Swimming through this pond there is a cat
His face a study in resigned annoyance
What shore he seeks is not a factor, rather that
He swims at all in angry buoyance.
You could not say when, how, much less why
He found himself in such a dreadful spot
He clearly would much rather to be dry
Perhaps curled on a lap, or some nice cot
But he’ll get to where he’s going, wet or not.
for the dverse MTB prompt of 9/9/21: novelinee form