A Fishing Tale

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


  1. 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!

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