The Small Stream Monster

Another post from the pages of the journal last season. I'm not quite sure where this came from but I sat down and wrote this after catching the wild brown pictured below.

Beneath the undercut in the cold water and shade

The small stream monster lies in wait

For his next victim be it from water or air

He'll strike precise from his daytime lair

While high above on the bank I stalk

Placing each step to reveal no walk

Through trees and weeds I drop my fly

Within feet of the monsters daytime lie

The fly has yet to make a twitch

When the monster engulfs him lightning swift

He makes a run that is deep and strong

Trying his best to undo this wrong

In the cool of the flow he comes to hand

His beauty a product of this wild land
A quick release will be his fate
And once again he lies in wait