pressed up hard against teeth
in a cold vice gripping.
Naked in isolation,
waiting for a strand of cotton
and the dub from a Jack Rabbit pelt,
thumb and forefinger, wax on felt.
Slow concentric movement
across taut yarn
fraying on rough skin,
an evening dress of Marabou and Elk;
neatly clipped back,
yellow and green.
Silver and gold on a thorax of hare,
snipping through feathers for wings,
and a dot of epoxy on the head to complete,
the allusive Trout, on water still
waiting to compete.
Written by Jack Brewis