The boisterous sheet of morning-fresh water
Tumbled, discharging explosive noise down
Into a torrent of rainbowing, caught
From the top of a towering black-crowned
Cliff, splintering light all around, until
Its' implosion quelled further sound, breaking
Surface with frothy rumpus on the still
Limpid calm of flat-plate sun-filtered lake
Alongside which, from bullrushy reeds swam
The Vision - head high and gliding, he
Silently paced, hastily dipped, then began
A random, wild-eyed, free-diving spree,
Slipping occasional glances at me.
Only for moments this show of Otter
Elation. - Soon distanced to a mere blot
On shimmering water, but I never forgot
The Otter, me, and such wild joy we begot.
ahhh wonderful scenario you created here - I had an amazing encounter with a resident otter by a lake in the foothills of the mountains - we played for a few minutes & it was magical - they are so silky soft :) happy thoughts, luv T
Beautifully written my friend one of my favourite creatures thanks Fay ageless your words are Chris 10
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I would like to translate this poem
Fay.... lovely memory of a wild encounter. Funny the things that stay with you, real things....yoyr 'Daffodil' moment....... thank you Martin