Bat, Bats, Batty

(circa 1996)
 
The first wife and I drive up to Vermont,
 
driving past and Lake George
 
then veering east into Vermont.
 
Farms,  cows,  mountains,  green fields,
 
Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.
 
We drive by Lake Bomoseem with the sun setting.
 
I pull the ugly brown Gremlin over
 
and take out my fishing rod and tackle box.
 
I cast out my fishing line at
 
this perfect time to hook into a lunker.
 
Bats fly around and the wife says,
 
“Be careful a bat does not get caught in your hair!”
 
What a wives’ tale…bats in the hair. Please!
 
On the second cast,  a bat flies down
 
and hits me on the crown of my head.
 
Fishing I like;
 
not getting rabies I like better.
 
I reel in my line and get back in the car
 
and drive to Gumby’s home.