Bait

Bait

A Poem by Chase

The Imitation flies far and fast
toward the pod of lilies,
slapping the edge and
casting droplets about.

It drifts slowly downward,
making no haste;
a wet leaf in the wind.

Somewhere nearby, the puppeteer is at work,
playing the audience for fools.
A pull here,
a pause there;
all onlookers ensnared.
Until someone takes a bite.

© 2015 Chase


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Chase
Chase

Stillwater, MN



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My name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..

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