Fish, Enough for You to Fry

For years and years the fisherman had a friend.
It aided him– but, was equally pest.
Sought by the sturgeon, large mouth and small mouth
Hook, line and sinker did the trick every time.

Enough fish to make you happy, fill your
net again and again. The Mayfly is the bait
of which the fish can’t resist. Over rock and
under dock, the swarm is something
grand for all to see. The sky darkened black,
Hell on earth if but only for a brief time.

For the show is over as they lay their on the bed,
one would mistake them for dead but they are molting.
Riverbanks come alive with a million wings

yearning to meet in one final swarm.
Only for a moment, only once this year.
Understand the meaning, understand the plight.

The Mayfly is just as important to the earth as you are I.
Our future is with them and on them we rely.

Forgo the chit chat and let’s get to the point,
Read up on the little guy and then you will know.
You will never look at the Mayfly the same way again.

Hour fourteen, 10pm
Fish, Enough for You to Fry
(form Acrostic/ Blank Verse)
Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone