you were the monarch of the mil pond
cruising with your shoal of minnows
you were friend to the mayfly and swallow.
Made of cartilage and muscle
you guided your tiny retinue
through their lonely kingdom of mud –
the true lord of hazel and willow.
Testing your royal blood and sinew
you flashed to air like a silver lance
in the last battle that you fought.
The wedding guests glimpsed you.
They admired your aqueous existence
until the day that you were caught.