by Slyford T. Rabbit Text ©2006 Slyford T. Rabbit; illustration ©2007 Cubist

I remember Playing at the lake You would smile and Slide into the water (Graceful little otter) and I’d follow you, flow into your world. Webbed feet, oily pelt (cute little bark) of course it’s magic how you and me became one and the       same two otters and a bit of    child’s play to pass the summer nights.