Frog gigging in Beaver Creek

 

Create a poem about "frog gigging in Beaver Creek" in the sonnet style of William Shakespeare

In Beaver's Creek, where shadows softly creep,
And moonbeams dance on waters dark and still,
We tread with care, where bullfrogs croak and leap,
A silent hunt beneath the whippoorwill.

With gig held tight, we stalk our amphibian prey,
Their emerald eyes like jewels in starry night.
A splash, a rustle, then with hearts that play,
We strike with lightning's swift and lethal might.

The chorus hushes, save a lonely trill,
As trophies gleam, their struggles brought to naught.
A harvest claimed with patient, practiced skill,
These wetland kings, by cunning hand are caught.

But hark! A chorus rises, strong and bold,
A symphony that echoes, fierce and cold.

 

Yet dawn will break, and with its light revealed,
A pang of guilt, a truth that cuts like ice.
This verdant realm, a fragile balance held,
May suffer from this hunters' paradise.

Perhaps a rod, a line, a gentler quest,
To tempt the bass or cast for walleye bright.
For nature's bounty, let us learn a test,
And find our joy in harmony with night.

The bullfrog's song, a lullaby so deep,
A serenade we'll learn to cherish, keep.