Fisherman's Fog

What is this, an errant mist?
the sky has gone away
a surly dog, this horrid fog
is covering up the bay!

The boats on shore, can go no more
with visibility much less than nil.
awaiting late day, when it all melts away
then they'll heave-to with a will.

Fishermen bold, now come out from the cold
and haul out their nets and lines.
They'll soon get their wish, to go out and fish.
It's starting to show all the signs.

A beautiful morning, no longer they're scorning.
The mist now thins and rapidly rises.
Now they can see, a good day it will be,
hoping to come home with great prizes.

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