The morning sun filtered through the branches of trees like fine lace,
while I walked the trail, enjoying the park’s solitude,
and listening to nature’s tunes.
A butterfly, in her stained-glass dress, fluttered by,
followed by a pair of blue and green dragonflies,
and a gaggle of geese overhead.
At the end of the trail, I came upon a murky pond below
a grassy hill and watched a school of minnows
swim about in chaos fashion.
I cast my line with exaggerated grace,
anticipating a great find,
but it would be too kind to say I tried.
I reeled in my line with such passion,
but instead of a squiggly fish,
my hook snagged a dirty dish
of a smelly, worn-out leather boot.
My face turned a bright red
and I wanted to hide my head,
But instead, I poured water from that boot onto the grass,
And to my surprise, there was a nice-sized bass.