Sitting on the banks
at my favorite fishing hole
tackle box sitting by me
minnows in a bowl
In the past where the
junction of streams meet
perch and bass jump freely
when there is hearty bait to eat
In a momentary lapse of judgement
I decided to leave this spot
and draw closer to a tree
and sit on a rock
Not noticing an alligator
plastered to a log
I threw in my line
next to a peat bog
Immediately the alligator
went after the bait
taking the fishing pole with him
I was irate
Losing my balance
falling off the rock
going deep in the water
swimming to the dock
Shattered by experience
covered in water and dirt
picking up my things
more angry than hurt
I looked over
the alligator appeared to grin
having climbed back on the log
content with his win
copyright 2023 Debbie Pierce
Piper's Adventures 
I spent an afternoon, twenty years ago, being antagonized by an alligator, while fishing on the bank, in South Carolina. I soon came to know, I could not turn my back on that scoundrel.
You poem was quite an adventure. I hope you got your bowl back.
Part of this story actually happened to me. There was an alligator and he did take my bait and fishing pole. Fortunately for me the alligator decided that my bait and fishing pole was enough and he went back to the island across from where I was fishing. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
Love this Debbie. Thanks for joining in again this week.
Thank you. Your prompts are so much fun. You are welcome. Have a wonderful day!
Oh I did enjoy the humor in this soooo much!
Thank you. Fishing adventures are fun to write. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!