most days
they circle and pass
gliding by proud and aloof
without a second glance
at the lure
dangling on the
end of the line
other days
they nibble
at the bait
and I reel them in
wondering what's
on the end of the line
that eagerly went out
but reluctantly came in
a jiggle tug and wiggle
might catch their glazed eye
as I stare at what
I thought was there
now gone
leaving but a ripple
and a line
angling for a rhyme
