Setting a trotline after sundown
if we went far enough away in the night
sometimes up out of deep water
would come a secret-headed channel cat,
Eyes that were still eyes in the rush of darkness,
flowing feelers noncommittal and black,
and hidden in the fins those rasping bone daggers,
with one spiking upward on its back.
We would come at daylight and find the line sag,
the fishbelly gleam and the rush on the tether:
to feel the swerve and the deep current
which tugged at the tree roots below the river.
In The Deep Channel
William Stafford
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Poem topics: away, cat, feel, night, river, sometimes, tree, water, hidden, current, secret, black, bone, deep, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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