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We take nature too much for granted. If we
are not careful, by the time we wake up to the beauty of a natural world on our doorsteps, its beauty may well be but a distant memory for any survivors of a dying planet.
Although hunted less than in the past because their
fur isn’t the money maker it used to be, pollution and global warming remain huge
threats to otters... as it does to all of us.
WHERE DID ALL THE BABY OTTERS GO?
Once, a stream that ran down a
mountain,
through this gutted forest, that daisy
field,
joined sewage spilling without correction
over banks where once baby otters played
Humankind, it challenged the mountain,
would feed also at Earth Mother's breast,
but the life-giving milk turned to poison
till only the mountain survived all the rest
The snows of the mountain slowly melted,
flooding forests, fields, humankind. beast;
Everyman, eventually, compelled to admit
its share of the blame, neither all nor
least
Copyright R N Taber 2005, 2019
Copyright R N Taber 2005, 2019
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in A
Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]
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