What do you see Mr. Cat Fishin?
I see love at the end of my pole and a moon over my shoulder, perched on this out-cropping boulder
The blue water surrounds, but not a fish to be found.
I look long to the sea, but not a fish will there be.
“I’m right here”, said the fish “just not destined to be your dish”.
“Your bait looks so tasty and yummy, but I don’t want to be in your tummy”
I won’t eat you I promise – Just grab ahold of my line, so you can be my Valentine.
