The Swan

The Swan

I heard you flapping behind me,

Noisy bird,

I don’t know, but I think you are a male,

Could be female,

What difference does it make?

Not much,

You were asserting yourself,

In MY territory,

But, you wanted it to yours today,

 I am old enough,

To give two twits about your turf war,

The only thing I care about,

Is you,

I’ll share if you will,

What a gorgeous swan you are,

Before you swim away,

Look at me,

Within those concentric circles,

You centered yourself,

The king or queen,

Within the pond,

There is no other bird,

You chased them all away,

You are the sole heir,

Today,

You are,

The swan.

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 21, 2014