Morn
On the still waters
of Mulville Bay
I stand alone
and greet the day
Nature welcomes me
with open arms
Surrounding my boat
with her obvious charms
The fresh smile of sunrise
The grace of a lingering moon
The dance of two water bugs
Greetings from a loon
The soft whisper of the trees
The cheerful burst of a frog
Announcing his presence
from a shoreline log
A passing muskrat
gives a pre-dive nod
One last greeting
before I cast my rod
The exultation I feel
is crisp and pure
I break the surface
with the splash of my lure
We are in this together
and the message is clear
The morning is awake
and it knows I am here
The murmur of my cares
seems a world away
as I fish, accompanied
by Mulville Bay