Poetry

Tuesday, 30 March 2021

The otters two

 Well I came from the river

And I walked on the land

And the fish were like glitter

All in my right hand


And I saw the otters two

And I saw the otters two


And the brazen brown heron

He bored in pursuit

Of the darting white minnow

That shot from his foot


And I saw the otters two

And I saw the otters two


And parkland was fiery

With the breath of the common man

Who said I claim thee sweet Mary

By the last death I stand


And I saw the otters two

And I saw the otters two


And the Cathedral bells were tolling

Like a rock and rolling sound

And the priest bishop mourning

For the lost souls in the ground


And I saw the otters two

And I saw the otters two


And the cupboard fell over

And on its side did it land

A scraping the plaster border

Which will need a fill and a sand


And I saw the otters two

And I saw the otters two


They were running down the long track

Like sprinters in the high jack

And they raced like two cats

But low down as in attack

And they ignored the running man

They ignored the roadside van

They dived to the lake

And continued their love-make

It was a screeching and a hollaring

And one got a collaring

And he ran off alone through the undergrowth


And I saw the otters two

I saw the otters two





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