The Stream

The water is flowing, swiftly now,
down the rocky bed.
White water rapids appear
where calm waters had been.
The calmness, which surrounds
is interrupted by the harsh
cry of a Crow.
Looking for some flat water
to cast my lure and entice
a hidden Trout, to suddenly appear.
Grab the silver lure, if you can.
I await in quiet anticipation
for when you do, you are mine.
Do not worry, I will be kind,
releasing you back into the stream
to feed again.