In light of my recent sightings of otters and a mink, here’s a poem I wrote in 1994 and revised in 1996.

otters — you have forgotten otters
with sleek tube torsos
and stubby little legs
with handy clenched claw-paws
tiny child fingers
fickle pink-tongue satin
or more a wet sea towel

slinky serpent-silly
tumble down slick slopes
rose-nose silly-whiskered —
and you —
i see you have forgotten otters.


About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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