beneath stalks a life
seated in nest-like mud
waiting for grasshopper
nobody came not even fly
tonight it will call mate
to join in their love song
if my bait won't find her
with my straw hat I endure
heat, searching for more
I have dozen in my basket
big, fat, medium sizes
enough to fry for lunch
less croaking throat tonight
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