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