Night Fishing

Night Fishing I sat beside a babbling brook Under leaves of burnished red Quietly I waited for a bite on my hook All the birds had gone to bed The pale August moon shown her luminous ray Down on the earth so dark It was so peaceful and quiet I decided to stay Off in the distance I heard a dog bark That was the only sound that I heard Except night sounds like crickets and frogs And the chirp of a night bird Then I moved myself to a clump of logs On the logs I seemed cut off from the world All alone in a place of my own A long time I sat with my legs under me curled And I thought about Switzerland and Rome I think a lot about far away places When I'm alone and at peace Eventually my mind returns to familiar faces Then all my mind wandering does cease So here I am perched on some logs Waiting for a bite on my hook In the distance is the barking of dogs And the sound of the babbling brook I think I'll go home. It's getting late The fish are not biting tonight Tomorrow I'll bring some different bait And do my fishing in the light. Copyright © 2006 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)