Otters

I'LL be an otter, and I'll let you swimA mate beside me; we will venture downA deep, full river when the sky

Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we;

Thick-coated; no dog's tooth can bite at our

With ears and eyes of poachers; deep-earthed

Turned hunters: let him slip past,

The little vole, my teeth are on an

For the King-fish of the River!

I hold him

The glittering salmon that smells of the sea:

I hold him up and whistle!

Now we

Back to our earth; we will tear and

Sea-smelling salmon: you will tell the cubsI am the Booty-brmger:

I am the

Of the River the deep, dark, full, and flowing River!