Little butterfly kisses on
The dandies basking in the sun
On the pine-scented hill green,
Brook warns the fish frolicking carefree
Not to swallow the fake warm on the hook,
The fish didn’t listen to the high brook,
To the fisherman’s delight.
He shows me the fish dangling from the hook,
“I know you eat trout.”
“Let it go.” I pout.
“No one should die on this lovely day
Of spring. Not even the trout.”
Fish swims back in the laughing brook,
No one should die on this barmy spring,
Not even the brook trout,
Enjoying, like me, the sunny day out.
©Byung A. Fallgren