Dark 22 Monday Sep 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in Haiku, poem, Poetry ≈ 4 Comments Tagseels, Haiku, otters, poem, Poetry, rivers, thoughts where soft skinned eels twist and slide in rivers’ dark depths oil black otters glide (Don’t know where this popped up from, not a river in sight.) Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
The Write Idea 
from your fertile imagination of course
😳
The mind is as sleek as the otter and the eel
Thank you.☺️ As long as it’s not as dark as that river