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.