SWANNING ALONG

Swanning along on the river with my cygnets sunning on my back.

My partner glides close beside us to ward off any sneaky attack.

This is the time I look forward to, quietly floating along.

Cries from the embankment: Look! Look at those beautiful swans.

Cameras clicking, pieces of bread flinging (I try to avoid those).

I prefer the natural riverside and bottom: green, delicious grazing.

My feathers seem to feel and look fresher when I stick to nature's food.

My partner and I are so proud of the young we have been able to produce.

Our job is to keep on vigilantly protecting them, night and day.

Until the time they are strong enough to float off and manage life in their own way.

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Photo by Anna Almeida