Delay her not . . .

No time, no time, we’ll play more later.

I’m beaconed now, no line be straighter.

My calf has whistled, clicked and moaned.

A failure mom I’d be, not honed

to every noise my wee cub makes

while in these early nets and wakes.

So stand you by, my fans and clients

Now be the time, my pup’s reliance.

I’ll miss a fish, five boats of praise,

but none could replace these m’ternal days.