Paroles de Bull Frogs Croon: I. Night Fishing

The water is a glaze Like loneliness at ease with itself I cast and close my eyes for the whir out across the water The line striking the surface And sinking I like waiting For it to settle on the bottom Then I jig it up a little I imagine The lure in utter dark I play it lightly. Fish rise Just shy of the surface They play their glints Off the Moon on the water I see too my own loneliness It's not too big And it breathes easily Soon, it may pretend it's rain Soon, it may pretend it's rain Rain blurs the water There is nothing wrong With rain I take a deep breath and I cast And cast