This poem is copyright 1996..
| "Otters" |
| Sleek and swift, like errant light. |
| Through a world of blue and gray. |
| They swim like quiet lightning. |
| Round and round the vista. |
| Who gave birth to their eyes? |
| Pools of darkness and motion. |
| A cavorting spirit and mind. |
| In a world of chaos and commotion. |
| From what shore come their paws? |
| Voyagers of mud and canvassers of deep. |
| Yearning to swim the stream. |
| Dry land being boring and meek. |
| What depth was their nose? |
| Obsidian black of the deepest mine. |
| An eternity of the curious sniff. |
| Nature filled with the unseen myth. |
| How did they get those ears? |
| Yes, that's all of them there are. |
| A frisky longing for whim. |
| The cosmos so simple and void. |
| Where is their tongue to be found. |
| Flashes of vivid red, like blood. |
| A curious questing for the unknown. |
| The world is vast in texture and taste. |
| Glistening fur, like water reflecting, |
| Through summer and the depth of winter. |
| They swim round and round. |
| In the quiet pool of your mind. |
| By. D. G. |
| 7-5-1996 |