SWANS


Self-reliant breeds,

that since the early ages

have nested in the reeds and rushes

of the river banks.

Taking with no thanks

but as a due,

the few

crumbs offered by those,

whose pleasure lies

in the beauty, and pose

of condescension,

and affectation of interest.

But lest you assume

them bound to you,

a blink, a ruffled plume

smoothed to perfection,

and the reflection

of graceful disdain

restored, remain

a silent show

of superb indifference.



Copyright - E.J. Shanahan

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