On the Pier at Field's Landing
I spy two otters in the bay
A mother and a daughter otter
All sleek, tea-colored and athletic
(It's May and we think we're kinetic?)
They see me and they slip away
Then I glimpse this fluid bat ray
Soaring as they do through water
Like the otter taught her daughter
You find so much here in our bay
On a sullen, drizzly, perfect day
— Michael Kraft
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