Fishing For Catfish In The City's Drain.

We would stand legs-apart above the monsoon drains,
our nets would be strategically placed to catch our unsuspecting victims.

Black and slimy they were,
We would giggle and watch them swim aimlessly in our red bucket trying to escape,
obviously to no avail.

We would softly trace our fingers on their bodies.
Ben loved these so-called fishing trips,
then again didn't we all?

Wild catfish he used to call them,
no longer then a 20cm ruler they were.

In such a modern society,
Its always a pleasure to enjoy both nature and the city;
literally,
Fishing For Catfish In The City's Drain.

Yet another old photo found in my photo book,
I'll flip through it once and awhile and find that those memories are alive;
alive as ever.

The words;
(coronation avenue, 2000, Ben and I; Catfishing)
written behind.