Cygnus Olor
They’re often taken for granted, not given a second glance
They have no melodic song, nor an acrobatic, signature dance
As a juvenile some think they’re ‘ugly’, so says a famous song
To assume they’ll always be so, has been proven to be quite wrong
Sometimes even a common bird, deserves a closer look
Though they may not be a favourite, or mentioned in many a book
Perhaps not as widespread as sparrow, starling or crow
But hold up any picture, and even a child would know
They’re the definition of grace, a flawless, pleasing sight
Instantly recognisable, when on water or viewed in flight
Take time to look in detail, observe and you will find
A fiercely protective parent, who’ll not leave their young behind
Layers of luxurious feathers, a celebration of white
An image of perfection, whatever the levels of light
A sumptuous coat of summer cloud, of newly fallen snow
Natural, immaculate, spotless, as the seasons come and go
Gliding calmly on the surface, beneath, paddle feet succeed
Fighting the current on rivers, on a lake, exploring to feed
A long runway is needed, for such a large bird to fly
The power comes from their huge wings, when they lift and reach for the sky
White, as pure as pearl, ornate, immaculate, pristine
According to old legislation, on the Thames they’re owned by the Queen!
The sculptured curve of the neck, no craftsman could improve
Never imperfect or ugly, this, is a perfect mute swan
Verse & Images – Carl Hier, South Wales, Winter 2022
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