by Rose Klemenok
I saw something pass by
Were my eyes playing tricks?
But then again it squirreled by
As it jumped down from a brick.
Body lean and fur that glistened;
Brown in color and dripping wet.
Fast as lightening Swift as wind,
A mink my eyes have just now met.
I was bending over panning
at a stream right on my claim.
High above away from town,
bending over back in pain.
After diving came out of water
eating fish and minos too,
where it came from is a mystery,
It appeared out of the blue.
Such a pleasure watching it swim
passed the time and made me smile.
Hope he lives on and I see him
many times as I drive the mile.