When I read the NaPoWriMo prompt today, I thought I’d had it – otters haven’t much use for flowers. Can’t eat them, can’t play with them, can’t slide down them. But I hadn’t factored in the glory of random googling. “Otter flower” brought me a link to this delightful young man, The Modern Otter, a fashion blogger who has had some things to say about floral prints over the past couple of years, oh yes. He proved most inspirational.
The Modern Otter
The modern otter is not afraid of florals.
The modern otter has thrown away his plaid.
An avid consumer of articles sartorial,
He is nine parts hipster to one part lad.
The modern otter tries some unexpected chinos,
Balancing the flower print with simple chambray.
He dreams of days in Paris sipping stylish cappuccinos.
The modern otter wants to stroll along the Seine.
Transitioning to spring wear in optimistic camel,
Paired with indigo, or black, or dusty blues,
He folds a turn-up into his nether apparel.
Naked ankles shiver over waterproof dress shoes.
The modern otter favours crisply pointed collars,
Wants you to notice, but he’s too safe to be seen.
The modern otter is afraid of too much colour,
Though occasionally he’ll venture out in something hunter green.