Timeless
The air is still
The water laps
The fish bite slowly at first
Nibbling, nibbbling and then
STRIKE!
The reel zings,
the fish zags
The line is taut
Two formidable foes
Slowly, slowly, closer it comes
Into my net - its body glistening
I hold...and release.
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