16.(Send In An Otter) Poem by Ian Kellett

There below the level of the logs,
Where a proper little island ought to be,
Swam a lovely creature with a face,
Tenderly rejoicing in the sea.


Underneath the serpentine around,
Failing in its own peculiar way,
An elemental oddity was drowned,
Before it had begun to join the play.


And nowhere was it seen, at least above,
And nowhere was it missed beneath the waves,
And nowhere was the ancient act of love,
Remembered more than by the world it saved.