Releasing line to air for trout,
An unsuspected wind descends
And caught, the leader condescends
To soar above his fear and doubt.
The caddis fly of nylon thread
Is whipped above the river bank
And finding wings beyond his yank
Illusion hovers water shed.
The wind subsides, the fly alights
And circular, the ripples drift,
So naturally, the monster lifts,
The water splits, and splashes light.
And up she comes to eat the sky,
Expending everything in her:
A floating insect restauranteur.
Her hunger meets a pseudo-fly.
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