Alan .S. Jeeves

The Shimmering Rainbow Trout

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 reedy ~

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.





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