So easy to miss her Dad in front
as she rides behind in a pannier.
Hard to miss her little hand, though,
stretched out to point imperious.
‘Dad, quick now, will you look at that!’
Now there’s a cheerful passenger!
She was chatting away with a friend,
invisible and inattentive,
who needed a poking finger’s help
to be sure to join her in noting
the pup scrambling up for the horse trough
with dribbling jaws and paws agitato.
She’ll call it Toby perhaps.
Maybe she wouldn’t expect a butterfly
to land delicate on her finger
but I would so gladly supply one
and have her call it Emperor.
Her hard hat wobbles
she sings a song
her Dad joins in,