24 April – The chase

There’s a picture of me,
aged three or four,
on holiday in the lakes,
and even back then,
in my little blue dress,
I am focused on the chase.
Nothing’s really changed,
I’m the same now,
as I see their fluffy shapes,
I still want to snuggle ducklings,
I would if I could,
I know I’m a disgrace.
They’re tiny and frightened,
I know it’s not right,
but I just can’t help the urge,
so it’s good news for them,
I’m stuck here on the bank,
and our paths can never converge!