Otters - Poem by Angela Wybrow
I have often walked along that way,
But it wasn’t until earlier today,
That I saw a rare and wonderful sight,
Which filled my heart with such delight.
They weren’t on TV or even in a zoo,
But there in front of me: could it be true?
A group of otters before my two eyes:
It really was such a lovely surprise!
At first, I wasn’t sure what I had spied,
But, when I realised, I stood there wide-eyed;
Never before had I seen otters in the wild:
A magical moment for both adult and child.
Altogether, I spotted about four or five;
Under the water, I watched them dive.
The water around them sploshed and splished,
As, for their supper, the otters then fished.
I stood on tip-toe to gain a better view.
(Over my head, some seagulls flew) .
Through the brambles, I eagerly peeked.
The otter’s bodies were slender and sleek.
Upon the footpath, I silently stayed,
Watching the otters some ten feet away.
Through the water, the otters darted;
From my view, two otters departed.
I stood watching them for quite a while.
Upon my lips, there played a small smile.
As, at the otters, I stood there gazing,
I thought the moment was so amazing.
Between branches, I saw tiny birds flit;
My view, by this point, was poorly lit.
For a while longer, I wanted to stay,
But the descending dusk drove me away.
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