Moon Shine [Double Entendre]

Fishing out the lake:

Red bob, white ball dabbling in the water:

My own line out the boat’s wake.

Sudden line dropping

From up the sky, up in the stars,

Watched the line drop in by mine.

I cut a glance up to the dark

Saw a crescent moon, a sliver sharp,

And a shadow flicking his line off the edge.

A man on the moon, I presumed,

Fishing a line of his own.

The broken, bobbing light played over the line

Like a spider web thread to the water

And it jerked, tugged, twicked round:

The moon man had stolen my catch.

The End

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