100 Word Challenge ~ Hooked

Sitting upon the park bench,
the wind whistling through the trees
He sat and watched the water flowing past.

With fingers gnarled by years gone by,
He gently wound the line
A twist a turn, a knot deftly tied.

A flick of the wrist, and a tip of his hat
He sat, watched and waited.
The sun warming his weathered skin.

A gentle tug, just a simple sign
Slowly, with skill learned over time
He wound the strand around his hand.

Dangling at the very end flopping fiercely
Hung his dinner, trying hard to break free
a beautiful perch, hooked.
~ Penelope Anne Bartotto
April 25, 2008

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