by Claire De La Grange |
Categories:
history, lost love,
At Otter Lake, whilst welkin starry clear,
A ghostly wail bruits eerily despair,
And eyes appear alit like embers near,
At Otter Lake.
Avaunt, the trappers pray, bedim thy glare;
In sooth, thy mourning grieves a bygone year,
From earthly bourn, ascend to angels care.
Arose a zephyr, thick as bloodied air,
And shrieking withered every soul with fear,
To where a man durst lay his footsteps there,
At Otter Lake.
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
cat, fish, girl, humor, kiss, together, water,
The little girl loves rubbing me,
I love giving her kisses when we have tea.
She has this bowl of four new friends,
goldfish cannot go out to play even on weekends.
She spends way too much time with this bowl of water,
these four goldfish need to play with a sea otter.
Has she forgotten about me her kissing cat,
I even let her dress me up in a crazy polka dotted hat.
Today as I stare into the fish bowl, I wondered if I could replace them with four pieces of coal.
by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories:
animal, cat, longing, love, romance, sweet,
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
I pass the open market
and see old man Crockett,
his cheeks work-worn scarlet.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
Max the cat, sits, blinking
at his world through twinkling
light. What is he thinking?
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
A dancing bay otter
churns the bright water,
playing teeter totter.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
Suddenly I spot her
Rose, fisherman’s daughter,
My warm cheeks burn hotter.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade,
sea otters of every width, age and size
Were at the crest of the hill at sunrise
Ready to jump into Indian Sea with umbrellas too
Throwing in coolers and towels after me and you
We sea otters are a playful bunch for sure
Laughing, we know there is no cure
Or way of stopping us once we find
A cliff to jump off of, or a hill to climb
We love hitting the water cold and hard
It is our fondest pastime, we land like lard
jiggling and wiggling in pure sea otter delight
getting everything wet, landing hard and tight