A Fish Story

There was no movement

No line in

No line out

Snagged came the call

The line had been worked to perfection 

Feverish attempts to release the lure

Occurred 

Until the line began 

Rushing out

At a furious pace

Nearing the end of the spool 

Before it eased

Whatever it was 

It must be big

Came the word

As line began spooling in

With unending patience

Ground gained foot by foot

Until ninety minutes later

A white underbelly

The size of a log 

Rolled 

And  

Returned 

To the depths