36. Hat trick on the canal

A streak of wind tore off my hat
and flung it far, in the canal, to drift,
to the ducks, who ducked, to avoid the thing,
but then they chuckled and took to it to play.

They tossed it from left to right and around.
I took a stick to retrieve
the loved cover of my balding spot,
and poked among the gaggle of ducks.

But then a barge full of British guys
came barrelling down from under the bridge,
spread out the ducks in frantic flurry,
and sank my hat.

But when it moved past,
with the Brits all in beers and cheers,
the hat had emerged,
and I caught it with a flick of my stick.