Fishnicker

The clacking of a grasshopper,
That sudden insect castanet,
Rose and went silent by the stream.

No one around. At the entrance
To the campgrounds, well down below,
A sign warned against fishnicking,

That is, claiming a picnic site
With no intention to picnic,
Only to wander off and fish.

No fishnickers on higher ground,
No picnic sites, either, just fish,
Two trout basking in the shadows,

Sharks of insects in a thin stream.
Gnats kept dipping at the surface,
And one trout surged up for a snack.

How’s that for a fishnicker, then?
A grasshopper clacked again. No
Trout likely to picnic on them.