The Otter Poem by john (called jack) wren

A Moment of Bliss.

It was the ripples, that
First caught the eye,
Rushing across the water
In a last do or die.

Exactly spaced like soldiers
On a parade ground,
Marching off in unison
Holding all spellbound.

Then, I saw a head
Flanked with tiny ears,
A nose and whiskered cheeks
Under eyes that held no fears.

It rested on the water
Just for a second or two
I held my breath in awe
At this rare rendezvous.

Then it was gone, out of sight,
Off, to a haunt elsewhere,
My heartbeat dropped a pace
As I looked on in despair.

But, despair turned to pleasure
As I left this awesome scene,
With a heart filled with memories
Of what my eyes had seen.



Lutra lutra.