Those otters were on the move.
They were swimming with purpose.
They had enjoyed those smallish fish,
but now they are going down stream.
Previously they had been in a beck.
They had been playing in little pools.
It had been pleasant and good fun,
but then it had been time to stride on.
Leading, like she would, she beckons.
The three almost grown-up pups were alert.
They could see they were getting closer,
since this is the proper river, and what will they find?
Soon they were there; where should we choose?
They all looked around along the bank.
But it didn’t take long, fortunately,
and, of course, Mister Otter was back!
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Nice Chris! ❤
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Thanks, CA! 💛
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A very cute story Chris
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Thanks a lot, Sadje!
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Enjoyable
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Thanks Cale!
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They are as much fun to watch I am guessing as it was to read this poem!
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Aww, that’s sweet, V. 😊
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