Written for:  Blogging From A to Z – “O”

A sea otter could never
become a potter.
What a mess of sea salt
and clay.

But, if you were drowning
far out at sea
a strong-swimming otter
would pull you to safety.

Otters love gamboling
without chips.
They roll in rivers,
splash in seas.

Clever, cute, and furry,
they do not mate
until they have reached
five years of age.

Blogging From A to Z April Challenge


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Otters

  1. msjadeli says:

    An otterly delightful poem!


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