Swan

Swan

Do you know how beautiful you are,
neck curved into a prow to push water?
You lean your folded wings into the wind,
steer by weigh-shift on a ripple,
own this pond, terrorize mallards, widgeons,
fight for every inch of earth with wild geese,
your long clipped-wing dash to chase them
up the field until they take flight,
circle back behind you,
to land upon the water.

At night I hear,
alone among the reeds
your mournful call.

David Fraser
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