early morning
I see them
bold black on sunfrost grass
long necks stretch
swing around
gentle construction cranes
gather sticks grass
plastic bits
nest and
eggs laid
take turns feeding brooding
beak opens for cooling
wings umbrella raised
shielding hatching
cygnets floating
between proud parents
feeding learning
growing quickly
running along feeling wings
lift off into lake
soar over river
Copyright Sandra Roe
So lyrical – the black swans are lucky to have you as their interpreter! Thanks for sharing the love!
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Thanks Elana. Yes I love those black swans, they are beautiful, in both looks and temperament.
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