The Catch

By Kurt Zuelsdorf

Why do I feel like a snook today
It’s not you that bothers me in any way
It’s the lure that you use
Calling action to my ruse
That sends me upstream a-searchin’

The chum bucket life has nothing but strife
For the fisherman that uses too few
Don’t play the same game
That keeps my world the same –
A trait only known by a few

All my lines are now tight
And the world has turned bright
By a fisherman who knew how to cast
From the darkness I came — it’s no longer the same
Let’s hope this one will last…