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
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