The Water of Leith and Arthur’s Seat,
the canal, reservoirs, all on repeat.
My endless search for the Edinburgh otter,
because no matter what, I just cannot spot her.
Not the sleek curve of a diving back,
or a bobbing head enjoying her snack.
No cubs on the river bank busy at play,
not at dawn, or the dusky finish of day.
I've spied herons, ducks, a badger and deer,
not a single otter, though I know she’s here.
Everyone’s seen one, my partner, kids too,
my friend without trying, probably you.
But I won’t give up hope, I’ll continue the slog,
until I get closer than an otter-shaped log.