The day after April’s fools, I thought to myself: “Waking up at 6am. I must be kidding.”
The sun was not up but I was not alone on the way to Nicoll Highway.

Just in time for attendance.
But not as lucky with the otters’ grace.
Well, at least we got to see the spraints.
Catching a whiff of the fishy excrement,
Elicited our repulsion.

Round and round we go up the highway,
On our way to catch a glimpse of the cuties.
As the sun bore witness,
It was time to observe the smooth-coated
Interact with SG’s suburban landscape.

Preying on the carp in the lotus pond,
Safeguarding the native species of SG,
Controlling the population of invasive carps.

PCN, what a nightmare.
Heart attacks.
Worries.
Their safety,
The utmost priority.

What a sight to behold!
People, bicycles, and rollerblades
Stop for the otters to cross on a busy PCN.

The sun was up high but I was not alone basking in their wake.
The day after April’s fools, I thought to myself: “Waking up at 6am. It was worth it.”

Ps: Note to self. Never go near a grunting otter. Respect their boundaries.