OTTERS CAN'T FLY
BY AURORA MCKIE
If you follow the garden path down to the flowing streams,
You’ll find a curious little otter whose head is full of dreams.
The world of rivers, lakes and seas aren’t wide enough for him,
Because when he looks up at the sky, he wants more than just to swim.
He wants to fly so very high, but otters don’t have wings.
He can only look up at the clouds from his home in the flowing springs.
One day he leaves his home to go into the deep dark wood,
And says goodbye to his old life, leaving it for good.
With nighttime falling the sleepy otter searches for his bed,
And there he finds his refuge within a rusty old tin shed.
As morning dawns, he is awoken to an awful sound.
The tin shed was actually a hangar he had found.
The pilot noticed the intruder resting on the floor,
And looked out at the rain outside as it began to pour.
He approached the little otter asking him if he wanted to fly,
The otter nodded eagerly as he looked up at the grey sky.
So off they went along the runway as a newfound pair,
And up, up and away they flew through the misty morning air.
The pilot made all the little otter’s dreams come true,
For now this little otter can say that in the sky he flew.
Over the many rivers, lakes and oceans they did pass,
And out the window the little otter saw his friends in the seagrass.
Finally, he was at home amongst the clouds and rain,
And found his wings with the pilot and his little silver plane.