The Swan


                        


Gliding along the waters surface
Causing soft ripples to appear
Swimming softly, proudly
and showing no sign of fear
His white plumage is gleaming in the midday sun
As I look through my binoculars
Under the surface I see
His black feet are paddling,
Guiding his body towards me
I hold out my hand,
which grips a crust of bread
He swims nearer towards me
And bows his white head
He strains his neck
And takes my bread
Then swims away and lifts back up his soft white head.

By: R. W. (Age ?)


                        


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