Nymps

Forest Nymphs  He had read about nymphs, inland mermaids swimming in tarns and forest lakes far from The restless oceans, the tarn nymphs were less aggressive and bore no grudges He found his forest like, undressed and naked swam around for a few minutes and sat  be the edge of the lakelet to dry off, nymphs  about and since it was late September  The day was fading, and the foliage was gently shedding auburn leaves, he looked at the mirror smooth tarn surface and saw a nymph  smiling at him But knew he was unable to tell anyone, he is And people would think he was dotty