Fishing on the lake a poem by Kayla

A large oak
with copious green leaves
cast a shadow

over the black
coffee colored
still lake water

its smooth surface
rippled
by a passing breeze

that carries a leaf
and lays it down
on the shadowy water

where a bluegill
incessantly
slurps at it

its attention
piqued
by the leaf

I offer my best
hand tied fuzzy
black fly

dropping it
atop
the floating leaf

then teasing the line abit,
whack!
the bright yellow line pulls

and jerks my hand
every movement
of the runaway felt

carefully
I ease her in
gently removing

from her mouth
that which
caused her fear

and holding her
in the shallow water
until calmed

I release her
to live
freely.