Monday, 4 March 2013

Where Did All the Baby Otters Go? or

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 at our fingertips, it may well be out of reach. 

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.


There was 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

As men and women challenged the mountain,
would feed also at heaven’s angry breast,
so its life-giving milk turned to poison,
killing us off, like the otters, God rest…

The snows of the mountain slowly melted,
flooding forests, fields, humankind and beast;
City folks, too, slowly forced to admit
their share of the blame neither all nor least

[From: A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]

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