
What was it, on that first day? That drew me to you, As the mouse to cheese? Or is it the fish to bait? Am I the one trapped By your decapitating hook? Will you reel me in? Or let me go free? --- These rivers I have swam for years, Fighting against the angry tide. Shall I cry over my anguished fate? No. For at least I am under the greatest of masters. - 1/17/97
On 10:17 PM 4/28/2009, the trout began to think...