Bone Cove
The white tail takes her final drink from the winter’s water undisturbed. Beneath the dormant Dogwood trees she makes her bed to sleep. In the shelter of the cove her hungry fawn beside her lays. In their bed they rest in peace as the twilight slowly fades away, fades away into nights cold apathy. From the bitter winter night the dawn breaks into day and the day crawls into evening as forest shadows wander towards winters wan entirety. The Dogwood then reveal from without the waking bower, blooming in the vernal mist the lakes great ivory flower. The day’s light lingers longer towards each golden hour, while stealthy Largemouth forage and Browns and Rainbows breach the placid surface of the tranquil, silent cove near the arbor of the white tail, her fawn and…their forever resting bones…
Bone Cove Angler 