Dapping on the surface Trailing a wake of Rehashed hard luck stories Mis-spent dreams and Might have beens Heedless that he is out-depthed He holds to his line And works the bar
Tied by a master Plumage plucked to order Starling blue, sparrow dun Two fine threads Gold and black Crosswound, tied off Sealed with honeywax - Stealthy weapon of deception
He feels the shifting currents He reads the weather-gauge Spring tide, autumn flood Both echo in his veins Gnarly and half-sodden The old fly baits his game Past his best, yes - but Potent all the same
*The fish are wary But the fly is patient
Henrietta Tiarks: *"A gentleman is a patient wolf".*