The trout had much to celebrate—
Not just the lure with its tasty bait
But the way the restless ripples shone
With pearls cast down by the sun at dawn.
The line stayed slack, so the fish swam free
To plunge and leap in ecstasy,
Thrilled by the gift of life renewed.
The angler’s joy, though more subdued,
Revealed what the trout had overlooked:
That fish was well and truly hooked.
