It's extraordinary the creatures you can come across in the quieter parts of Yorkshire, England.....
WAITING
I found a nymph’s locket
where I’d expected to find love
and her otter was a gauntlet
not just a simple glove
thrown down in the wilderness
of trees, and fish, and water
inside the nymph’s locket
was a picture like my daughter
but that was many years
before I held my soul mate
and in all those lonely days
all I did was just wait
while the dog otter barked
then a chirp and a whistle
as if his webbed feet
had caught on a thistle
and I always kept the locket
in a very special place
because it held the secret
of my own true love’s face
Paul Judges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-381/
