Fairytale Fishing / A Haiku (WC 49) written by RL Brown
Excerpt from My Grand is an Alien

No buckets, no boats, And no carrying large totes, Just Grandpa and me. A pole in each hand Grasshoppers by the pond bank. Gramps catches our bait. A nibble, a tug. Feel the line, ignore the bug. wait- then jerk the hook- A flip-flopping, splash, reeling in a big fat bass. Update (4/12/2022)