CLIP0239 - Catfishing

Ole Tom

Soft shades of pinks and purples,

Dance upon the lake -

The sun slipped low beneath the horizon,

His nap to take.

The faint whisperings of a soft breeze

Beckoned me to linger still -

And bask in the bossom of Mother Nature,

Tranquility to feel.

Then the bell jingled - -

And my lazy muses were interrupted -

I found suddenly

A life or death struggle had erupted.

Startled, I jumped up -

Just as he pulled me.

He ran hard from side to side -

And adrenaline ran free.

Oblivious to my surroundings,

I focused only on the battle;

We fought - back and forth

As dusk did settle.

Towards dawn he grew tired -

Wearily I claimed victory.

There was Ole Tom -

On my line in all his glory.

Tired, limp and I thought, dying;

This mythical catfish, legendary at least -

Gave a sudden jerk - Splash!

And back home went the beast.

Yes, a night well spent -

Though no fish to take home;

But memories will abound

Of a night with nature and Ole Tom.

by:   Deborah J Coster (that's  Just Me Granny D)

Just Me Granny D