11 August 2026

At the Otter Pool

 Reedbeds unrippled in the evening calm

Insects danced over mirrored water

Layered reflections beneath lily-pads


Muted shades of green from banks

of reeds.  Peach blossom seedheads 

ripe and full, golden on the banks.

Movement catches the eye.  Wigeon

wing-flapping amongst the lilies.

An hour passes.  No words

required.  Tranquil moments at peace


with life.  With each other.

A smattering of rain drops

shimmer the water.  The open

viewing platform dry, under

the foliage, the midges the only

intrusion.  On a scene undisturbed

by the flick of an otter's tail.



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