And the lake was calm
some loons swam by
I turned to look, retrace,
say hi,
Then a mink jumped up onto
my dock and shaked and
shook his wetted frock
while I just sat there,
peaceful rest,
reading forecasts tilled
in jest.
It ran by quickly, sniffing
here and there, for food
and lodging sought to
spare.
Don't know if I was e'en detected,
its locale known, its feet projected.
As I was still as nature's crest
the mink was featured at its best.
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