Fay Slimm - A Wild Thing.

The boisterous sheet of morning-fresh water
Tumbled, discharging explosive noise down
Into a torrent of rainbowing, caught
From the top of a towering black-crowned
Cliff, splintering light all around, until
Its' implosion quelled further sound, breaking
Surface with frothy rumpus on the still
Limpid calm of flat-plate sun-filtered lake
Alongside which, from bullrushy reeds swam
The Vision - head high and gliding, he
Silently paced, hastily dipped, then began
A random, wild-eyed, free-diving spree,
Slipping occasional glances at me.

Only for moments this show of Otter
Elation. - Soon distanced to a mere blot
On shimmering water, but I never forgot
The Otter, me, and such wild joy we begot.

Fay Slimm

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