100 words, inspired by: Madison Woods

alluring, I think of you
in field and stream, beneath Wyoming sunset
flowing water, cold, glacier fed
where pools seem quiet and unmoving

I wait for you
bring them out from hiding here to feed
a lure this hidden hook where taste
is pain and death for you, but sustenance to me

I know he’s there
I know the hunger coursing through his heart
but hooks and line, this world
full with danger filled

we drift along through time and current
linked forever by monofilament line
until rejected I return by moonlight
canned food, restless night