great trout

great trout wakes up early in the morning water shine and then stretches her oily back

and luscious body for the new floating ahead

is she hungry?

great trout when sometimes swims along the sea

sometimes seeing the backbone of an old boat just to be reminded of her own grave and--

great trout dismisses these thoughts and continues along the serene waters of her creek

and my creek she says to herself is what i made it to be and it is mine

great trout hums

mine now and mine

my creek is mine

though nothing but a ravine

my creek is mine

as the great trout moves her flaps, pleased with herself for the rhymes she found

she remembers the cat that tried to catch her by that coast of small warm stones

great trout laughs!

that cat was a cat alright

like i am a proud trout in my own right

he tried

and i fled

now when he fucks his lover in the dark of a wartime alley

he will remember me, how he couldn't catch me, and then his futility will make

him to fuck his lover harder, till their meows reach across the battered skies

annoying some stupid fireflies along the way, way ahead and up above as they become a twinkle in my sorry eyes

am i hungry?

shrugs great trout shrugs

as she makes way for a frantic flotilla of teefish swimming

ah the kids the trout muses

a joy to eat a joy to beat

for the ones up up above and for the ones down down below

great trout laughering thinks, her thoughts in disarray with a sudden wave,

i sure be a crazy bitch at times

but still i knows of my response abilities towards the say, towards the say

say the water say the world

and great trout tightens her back and bone and tightens her mind

dives deep and reaches the water's calm feet under

which is another reminder of how the great trout started the day

with a stretch

with a thought

desperately trying to avoid the impending feeling that this maybe her last day

as she reaches for a piece of bread hanging afloat.

we are hungry.