I watched you catch that catfish - big as my leg
her skin smooth like a baby's skin is smooth.
she flopped around hopelessly with your hand in her old mouth;
poor thing, panic took her life while we celebrated.
we jumped around, hooped and hollered like this was your first kill,
everyone was making echoes around the lake ;
the early morning witnessed our joy.
the green water told us things.
we didn't hear, but the fog rose from it's depths like spirits
and the trees stood tall for our love.
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