Waiting For A Fish To Bite Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waiting For A Fish To Bite
Into nature's den, beauty all around, water rippling
checkerboarded across the top of Lake Bartlett.
Mountains being shadowed by electric black storm clouds,
a vulture coasting through the sky looking for food to eat.
Buoys lobbing with waves and tides created by boats passing
by, watching it all.
Lying in wait with line in the water, calm, serene, waiting
for a fish to bite.
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