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"Caught you," I hope to say
if only you'll not hide, not stay away
Big One, babe, you'll taste so fine
Please take the bait
I'm jiggling my lure
Call me crazy for needing more
but this one's too small
even a fool knows to throw it back
I keep checking my line
Please want my bait
I'm bottom bouncing for you
I don't want a cichlid
Please find my flies
Please like my plugs
I've got a box full of jigs
How about a spinner with a skirted hook?
Please understand, I've tried live too
There's nothing with me that isn't for you
I check again but you're not found
Please come for my spoon
Please, there's flexible rubber too
Please, oh please, my fly needs you
Just one more try for today
Remember where I cast
You've kept your spot a secret
cherishing your place in the deep
Please see my net and promise me one day
One day you'll be in it
Am I crazy to pursue you?
I could just buy what I'm looking for
The sport is catching you
Holding you
Cleaning you
Heating you up
And eating you until there's nothing left
but bone and head and tail
Mmm mmm mmm
I'll even have your eyes
Mmm mmm mmm
Please take my bait
Please find my lure
Come home to me
Big One, please be mine
Luring You In
Luring You In
by J Lenni Dorner
232 words FCA
Gottcha! 😆🎣
I was going to write short fiction with my Existence characters. Actually, I did. But the scene makes no sense out of context and is just littered with spoilers. So, I decided to go for a walk and think about it.
That's when I ran into Ger. We have almost nothing in common other than a tendency to gravitate to the same areas to hunt and fish. He's a pretty good hunter, considering the hundreds or thousands of dollars he must spend to have that much equipment with him. But his very pricy bow tends to keep up with the one I handcrafted, so there you go. Fishing, however... oh Ger...
"Maybe if you kept yer mouth shut once in a dang while, I'd catch a decent fish!"
(This is funny because I'm mute. We kid around with each other. )
Above is a picture he took of the bend in the river, and another of his "biggest catch" this week. Any fish that's smaller than your hand has to go back in the water. 😂
My entry is a letter or song or poem, whatever you'd like to call it, by me from Ger to his elusive fish. As Ger is a father, I'll dedicate this to him and wish him a Happy Father's day.
And a Happy Father's day to any other dads out there reading this.
(Neither my dad nor Ger have ever seen my blog, so they won't see this post.)
Tagline: Written for the uncaught one. (It's NOT erotica.)
(This is funny because I'm mute. We kid around with each other. )
Above is a picture he took of the bend in the river, and another of his "biggest catch" this week. Any fish that's smaller than your hand has to go back in the water. 😂
My entry is a letter or song or poem, whatever you'd like to call it, by me from Ger to his elusive fish. As Ger is a father, I'll dedicate this to him and wish him a Happy Father's day.
And a Happy Father's day to any other dads out there reading this.
(Neither my dad nor Ger have ever seen my blog, so they won't see this post.)
Tagline: Written for the uncaught one. (It's NOT erotica.)