Chores done, escaped the slog
strapping my rod and tickle tackle
on the banana seat of my bike.
Free and speeding spewing gravel
from the dried-up driveway.
Fergusson Lake bound
for its stream outlet and trout.
The trickling brook is shallow
not bracken, just lively.
Shrubs and bushes tangle on the bank
snares for my casting hook.
Why does luck have to be fickle?
For one but not the other.
Sadly, the trees saw more of my bait
then those tricky trout escaping, swimming downstream.
Being skunked, resigned with no catch this day.
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Anita Dotts
The author of Retribution. When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys crafting stories for her grandchildren and exploring her love of poetry. She spends her free time kayaking, swimming, and golfing in Harrison Hot Springs, BC.
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