Solitary Goldfish

      Ever so briefly this morning.....

            Cathedral Caves , Cumbria...

          There's a goldfish in the cave.
          Swimming freely in his own pond.
          In water that filters through the stone
          From the Fell above.

         There's a goldfish in the cave.
         He must love it there, alone.
         How does he survive the Lakeland winter
         That holds the land in an icy grip ?

         There's a goldfish in the cave.
         Where hundreds visit, say 'hello'.
         Who left him there, far from home ?
         Very lucky goldfish though !

       Thanks for reading my wee poem, Kath