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Our reason for creating WWK originated as an outlet for our love of reading and writing mystery fiction. We hope you love it, too, and will enjoy our holiday gifts to our readers with original short stories to celebrate the season. Starting on 11/16 stories by Warren Bull, Margaret S. Hamilton, Paula Gail Benson, Linda Rodriguez, KM Rockwood, Gloria Alden, and E. B. Davis will appear every Thursday into the New Year.


Our November Author Interviews: 11/8--Ellen Byron, and 11/15--Sujata Massey. Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.


November Saturday Bloggers: 11/4 Margaret S. Hamilton and 11/11 Cheryl Hollon.


Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.


In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017 and "Turkey Underfoot," just published, will appear in the anthology The Killer Wore Cranberry: a Fifth Course of Chaos.


James M. Jackson's 4th book in the Seamus McCree series, Doubtful Relations, is now available. His novella "Low Tide at Tybee" appears February 7 as part of Lowcountry Crimes: Four Novellas, which is available for order.

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Monday, September 5, 2011


The Fisher

He watched from behind,
the fisherman’s cast.
A wait by design,
to break his fast.

Bait so delicious,
but merely a treat.
A fish so scrumptious,
his first choice of meat.

Eyesight was now poor,
resulting from age.
His brain, a new lure,
risked the fisher’s rage.

He quickened his pace
when the table set.
A fish he would taste,
the man slow, he’d bet.

Man reeled in his fish,
Unhooked the fine catch.
Now more than a wish,
the bird knew he’d snatch.


Old Salty, he ran,
grabbed the fish in beak.
Stole the fish from man,
who swore and did freak.

But Salty had won,
and had earned his meal.
It was all such fun,
man chased with his reel.

Brains over youth’s brawn,
Salty felt his best.
Their battle lines drawn,
he’d won the contest.

10 comments:

Donnell said...

Ah, how cool. I never saw the little seagull coming. Very nice poem E.B.

E. B. Davis said...

Thanks Donnell. After my husband read the poem, of course he said, "I let the bird have the fish." I laughed. If that were true maybe he wouldn't have thrown sand at Old Salty.

Pauline Alldred said...

Great to see a small part of nature win, like the bird that flew through Irene.

E. B. Davis said...

Yes, but unfortunately on Hatteras Island, the bird didn't do well. The natives took care of many birds who were starving and stunned by the violence of the storm. Mankind isn't the only animal adversely effected.

Kara Cerise said...

Very nice! I've seen Old Salty in action - he's a worthy opponent.

E. B. Davis said...

Yes, he's a crafty old bugger. But whatever you do, when seagulls are around--don't open a bag of Doritos! Hitchcock could have easily brought all those birds together on the set by simply opening a bag. Ferry captains have been known to ask the tourists to stop feeding the gulls-it's embarrassing to watch them enjoy junk food so much.

Barbara Monajem said...

Fun! I've been eye to eye with a seagull a couple of times, and they do have a crafty air about them. :)

E. B. Davis said...

Thanks for stopping by WWK, Barbara!

morganalyx said...

Great poem, E.B. I also didn't see the gull until near the end. Had to reread it to see it from Salty's perspective. :o)

Nice job,

E. B. Davis said...

I actually used a different bird's name. On a different beach in Hatteras, there lives a one footed seagull. He is the real Old Salty, but I liked his name. Old Salty has been living on the same beach that we know of for 5 years. Not sure how he lost his foot.