Jed loved to fish after dark on cool nights
when the big bass and the eels came out.
He’d cast his line far out with a sinker
that sent the bait to the bottom of the lake.
While waiting for a bass or an eel to bite
He’d sit in his rowboat hoping to hook
A big bass rumored to be a giant fish.
He’d heard the legends about how it,
Never failed to get away when hooked.
Usually it broke the line, big as it was.
In a way, Jed almost caught that bass,
Or I should write it caught him
When it emerged from the lake
And more of a giant bass then expected,
It swallowed Jed and his entire row boat.
Bob Boyd