

I remember
When you were an egg
I sat on you for weeks.
Then a fluffy brown chick emerged.
You were a handful,
with your siblings.
Sampling duck weed,
Chasing stickleback,
Bobbing up and down
While pike examined
your feet.
You could have been snapped up
By a fox or a stray dog.
But you grew
And grew
Fed by people
as well as your parents.
Your down is disappearing,
Soon you will be serene
White feathers sailing
Over the lake…..

I like swans, nice photos, I enjoyed your poem x
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Thanks, I’m not a poet but I like playing with words… X
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