Three Signs of Spring

Kite on the end of the twine,
Fish on the end of a line,
Dog on the end of a whine.
Dog on the leash is straining,
Fish on the line is gaining:
Only these two complaining.
Kite is all up in the air,
Kite doesn’t quite compare,
Kite doesn’t really care.
Kite, of course, is controllable;
Dog, with a word, consolable;
Fish hopes he isn’t poleable.
Trust the dog for an urge,
Trust the kite for a surge,
Trust the trout to submerge.
Kite in the wind and the rain,
Dog in the woods again,
Fish in his deep domain.