A Trouts last stand


Twist of memory,
range of thought,
like a trout, in his net,
well, and truly caught.

Let’s not tarry over,
fretfully attempting to leap.
to find that slap of water,
never more to be felt,
or known.

Instead, in these last precious seconds,
let us look, with a fish-eye,
this fate, full on
and flip him the finnish finger,
as he prepares to dine.
May he choke upon our bones.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

5 thoughts on “A Trouts last stand

  1. I missed you. I am writing again. I have not written in the last 6 months. I was way to happy in England to even go onto my blog. lol

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