Poetry Blogs (iphone)

Bait

fat man

has an apple

picks a worm

from its flesh

and sticks it

on a hook

hangs the rod

over the river

casts the line

into the water

tugs a little

teases

the bait

glints in sunlight

refracting

in the water

silver sliver

whispers “feed”

all the little fishes

come

a-nibbling

round the worm

in the swirling

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