River Otter – A Fleeting Look
A Fleeting Look Late light soft and rich early gloaming in the potholes An invisible hand disturbs the tranquil interface of air and water … a portent The foreshadow transforms to revelation all sound is hushed silence screams The otter pauses, a fleeting look then is gone A few years ago, near the close of day, I caught this River Otter in the serene potholes region of Washington State. It gave but one short-lived posture of recognition and then just melted away. ~ Poem, anecdote and River Otter capture, A Fleeting Look © Jerry L. Ferrara