Swimming Rescue

Sitting at the park table

from the corner of my eye
I watched my young daughter
at the pool
as she dived from the block.

From the corner of my eye
under a near-by spruce tree
I could see what proved to be
a tiny kitten
licking a discarded French fry.

Lifting it by the scruff of the neck
I pointed to it as I looked over to my young one,
whose face showed,
as she was swimming towards me,
that I'd acted with undue speed.

Now I'd be driving home a new friend
or otherwise denying morals ethics and common sense
according to my own young Certified Rescuer-to-be.