Centrarchid central

Yesterday was the warmest since October
and oh, what a fine day it was
Swiss cheese lake top in only a sweater
Three hours absent the humanoids

Wax worms enticed bluegills to the take
While a fathead waved to a crappie or two in the next hole over

Not a puff of wind to cool a sun scorched face
below the ridge above the lake
where the yearlings died

Twenty round fillets from 10 ten stout sunfish
Fifty one degrees
Ahead of the next winter storm
What a killer

                                               

                                                            And the dogs became as Jesus