This open prose poem was written in response to seeing a jet black mink foraging systematically along the banks of Craigallion Loch while I was fishing.

As many will know, mink farming was carried out in many locations in Scotland and as a result there is a small but viable population in many locations.

I understand that mink are good swimmers but I have not seen this personally.

But I did see an otter at Craigallian. Then three days later at the Black Loch near Newton Mearns, I saw another. Bliss.