Off gaurd in murky dimness
Loitering in the shadowy shallows
Early mornings cloistered hush,
Before the sun has risen,
Or eerie mist disberses,
A line is cast
A thin thread dances
In the swell
Espied I’ve bitten the bait
The tempting morsel that teased and aroused,
My curiosity gyrating in the wave
Hook firmly embedded, slowly, slowly,
Very slowly, I’m reeled in,
Carefully, exactingly,
Caught with precision,
Extracted from the flow,
Consumed in secret
A Poem by Jan Bebbington
