Fairytale Fishing / A Haiku (WC 49) written by RL Brown

Excerpt from My Grand is an Alien

Just Grand, Gramps, and me-
There’s no carrying large totes,
no buckets, no boats.

A pole in each hand
Crickets wait by the pondbank.
Gramps catches our bait.

Nibble, then a tug.
Fishermen feel the line and-
wait to jerk the hook,

-then reels-in a big fat brim.