Troutish Longings

Dave Dunbar

I could be a trout, no doubt,
Speckled, long, and sleek,
Spend my summers in the cold,
Basking in the creek.
Frigid waters ‘cross my back
Anglers cast their bait
For a rainbow from the brook
On the banks they wait.
I could be a trout, no doubt,
But I don’t think I will
I don’t like the looks of hooks
Or the water’s chill.

 

Troutish Longings

 
 

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