The Otter, I’m Told

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The otter, I’m told,
will never grow cold,
no matter how chilly the water.
Instead he will float
in his lovely fur coat
while the warmth of his fur makes him ‘otter.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 2

Topics: Animal Poems

Poetic Techniques: Descriptive Poems, Pun Poems, Rhyme Schemes

 


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