THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
🙈
Leaping, catching raindrops
And then the sun is out,
Twisting, see the spectrum
About the rainbow trout.
His home is wet and weedy
Beneath the turquoise skies.
His hide is where it\'s shaded,
His day spent swatting flies.
Vaulting from a splashy pool,
Angling for a tasty meal
Set up for a dainty dish,
A flitting, dancing fly to steal.
But I am here to catch him
And take him home for tea,
With my rod and tackle
And bogus flies with me.
I cast, he springs and misses
Today he swims with luck;
He lands back in the water...
For now, he\'s off the hook.
ASJ