Robert Melliard - Otter

Once, while seated in a riverside café,
I saw an otter, floating on its back.
'How beautiful! ' I cried.

'Looks like a rat! '
a lady dressed in furs replied.
'To think I used to swim here as a child! '

She shuddered, and I looked at her
as at a member of a different tribe.

Robert Melliard

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