The Mayfly
A chance to be a Mayfly
Would be my desire
I'd live as a nymph
In the river or mire
And then come the Spring
In the merry month of May
I'd rise to the surface
To dance away the day
The mayflys beauty
Is a pleasure to see
And her fluttering dance
Doesn't please only me
The shimmering trout
From the eddy's he spy's
And leaps for the Mayfly
In an energetic rise

- Chris O'Malley