Delicate ermine tracks
in eights on the winter snow
there where a hidden ice-brook with its white fur roof
there where the swirling water had scooped out
a rippling bowl,
the otter drinks from the ice-eye.
When the children in red woolen caps come
to hear the singing of this polar roof,
the otter digs into his cave
and watches their eyes through chinks in the ice.
About this poem
This poem, representing Sweden, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.