I enjoyed reading both of those, nice one!
Cracking thread youve started lurcher lass.
Used to fancy myself as a bit of a poet when i was younger. Youve got me started again so i knocked this up tonight...
Morning mist, dew clustering in the grass,
Waters surface dead still, sun starting to rise at last.
Not seen movement since the evening before, when you took that carp from the surface,
A 2 hour fight, an energy sapping struggle, but every second was worth it.
The stork is watching, waiting, you know how he feels, waiting for the mornings catch,
But for you it’s a ho