Copyright © Isabella Dalzell 2020. All RIghts Reserved.
I stood on the bridge looking out
pausing for a moment; idling
dreaming, listening, watching
A head popped up pooled in water
wet, sleek, with liquid brown eyes
something like a cat. We stared
Stock still in surprise. I asked
What are you? Without answering
he continued to stare
And then he plunged and swam way
displaying humped back and swishing tail
dark clumped fur uncombed.