Ice Fishing

Ice Fishing


Across the ice hard footfalls crunch

Snow squelched ‘neath heavy feet.

Sled packed with rod, and bait and lunch,

A bucket as a seat.


Tent pitched, hole drilled, dawn breaks at last,

The fish will surely come.

Bait on the hook, dropped line, ‘tis cast,

Then wait and wait for some.


Beneath the ice, a glinting flash

Portends impending joy.

Jig, jig, and pause to glimpse the stash

Of nature’s clever ploy.


Sleek, shimmering and darting so

Cloaked clever in disguise

Darting, dashing, swipe to and fro

Strike hook, meet sure demise.


Ice Fishing


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