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.