The Tuesday Poem: An Otter

Christmas day, 4 o’clock, Stumps of cloud, like yellowing tower blocks, Lean over The failing glimmer of Christmas lights And the quays, that are utterly empty,

The Tuesday Poem: An Otter

Except

For one dark otter, slick with river slime,

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