She moves quickly from the holt towards the river,
the snow plotting her footsteps over frozen ground
and foliage. She slinks into the water, mammal
but river-tied, sliding outward into the tensing current
and drawn slowly downstream by the river’s muscle.
She ducks beneath the water before surfacing again,
inspects the bank with a fleeting glance, her fur
greased to a skullcap as she looks about a moment
then goes under again, her two dark eyes now
two dark windows onto the watery gloom below
as she smoothly descends into her second world.
from ‘Into the Recesses’