There is a boy
Who sits and waits
There, fishing off half-moon

Above the brooks
And narrow-straits,
Beyond the clouds' bright dune -

Knowing giants
Drift below...
Below, the citrus cover -

Excitement builds
From head to toe
Observantly, he hovers -

He sturdies...
With a showy grin,
Eyeing the next big catch -

Another prize
Another win,
To store inside the hatch.