The Otters Play
Along the walk the suits and sneakers stroll,
so many faceless smiles that tell a lie
and don't reveal the true and costly toll,
instead with righteous glare they will deny.
We walked one time along this very shore
to skip a stone and watch the otters play
and vowed not to become what we abhorred -
a knight and a sweet damsel we would stay.
But that was all so very long ago
so as a storm blows in from o're the pond,
and suits hide safe behind their parasols,
it's for the simpler times I truly long.
Just like the otters we will splash and dive
and naked in the rain we will survive.
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2018