In a family of night owls, two larks greeted the sun
Father and daughter sharing the morning chorus
What adventures await while all about slumber
A boat on the lake, mist low upon the water
Pulling in the lines set the night before
Catfish the prize for the effort, we'll eat well tonight
Here's a quiet cove where he teaches her to fish
She watches how he sets the weights and hook
How the bait is strung, how to hold for casting
He swears and laughs as the whole rod is thrown
She knows that these moments are precious
Time stands still briefly where she has him alone
Too soon they make for the dock and the others
She will dog his heels while he cleans the catch
A few more moments where she chatters nonstop
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