In forest deep, where shadows loom,
An otter huntsman, in his woodland gloom.
With hooded cloak and stealthy grace,
He roams the woods, his favorite place.
Through babbling brooks and leafy glades,
He tracks his prey in silent parades.
With nimble paws and keen eyesight,
He hunts by day and dreams by night.
In the heart of nature, he finds his home,
Where ancient trees and secrets roam.
The otter huntsman, with heart so free,
In the woods, where he's meant to be.