Otter

Copyright © Isabella Dalzell 2020. All RIghts Reserved.

I stood on the bridge looking out              

pausing for a moment; idling                    

dreaming, listening, watching                   

 

A head popped up pooled in water         

wet, sleek, with liquid brown eyes           

something like a cat. We stared                

 

Stock still in surprise. I asked                    

What are you? Without answering          

he continued to stare                                    

 

And then he plunged and swam way                    

displaying humped back and swishing tail    

dark clumped fur uncombed.