The breathless cygnet

Beside the Brayford Pool
in Lincoln’s city fair
Two swans swam toward me
with a cygnet following there

He was moaning as he followed
in his parents’ speedy wake
with a little voice that whimpered
“Slow down for pity’s sake”

But, resolute he didn’t
waiver or resign
following at a distance
in his much slower time

I smiled as he came near me
for his accomplishment
Urged him ever onward
to give encouragement

And, unless I was mistaken
I’m sure he looked at me
and chirped a little ‘thank you’
(though rather breathlessly)

 

©Jemverse

 

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