All hands on deck !
My crew man spat
And proceeded to respond
But if by chance
His footing slipped
He’d be as good as gone.
He pushed and pulled
To gain the deck
But t’was awash both fore and aft
Not a place for anyone
Especially a cat!
The wind was biting
At my bow
The paddle pushed us on
I shoved my cat
Back down the hatch
And wished he would be gone.
Both paddles full
of whitened sea
My toque down to my brow
The rain came whistling at my eyes
To see if I knew how. Sept 30, 1981
