recce
Apr 28, 2010
recce, she’s spooked, intrigued. by your stealth. your wait.
watching watching her to make the next move.
you study her pattern of life. part a rain forest, belly-crawl
sit all day, all night green-scoped. your patience thermaled.
recce you draw her out. of a cool rivery hiding place.
cast a hand-tied fly. she rises. snaps silvery, like fresh-water trout.
recce, you’re so damned good.
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