They writhed and tumbled
Co-joined, play fighting
Sleek wet bodies
In aquatic display.

Mother whickered
Calling her children
For the butterfish meal
She’d caught fresh today.

Two whiskered heads
Popped out of the water
‘We’re coming’, they cried
Bellies empty from play.

The bitch stepped aside
As her offspring fed
Appetites healthy, for
She’d raised them, that way.

As dusk falls, I leave
Another satisfying day
Filming the elusive otters
Of Ardmaddy Bay.