Faithful In Love
Bare-branched the woodland trees, edging the lake
Young Pen glided alone without a mate
Graceful her strokes, nary a wave or wake
I watched and wondered, what would be her fate
He circled her before landing nearby
Handsome Cob, but friend or foe would he be
She turned away from him, wary and shy
No trumpet called. No intent decreed.
In circles they swam until their wings brushed
Eyes lifted, in that moment they both knew
Tenderly, with necks entwined, her cheeks flushed
She followed him to a stand of bamboo
Intimate calls were whisperings each night
'til away they flew, together in flight
Came the time of twilight and winds shifted
Upon lake waters brewed cause for worry
When in sorrow it had seemed they'd drifted
Woe to hearts if it ended their story
Spring was on nigh, but grey clouds filled the sky
Pen feared her Cob would abandon their bed
She cried thinking he would tell her, 'goodbye'
Ripples on the lake, hope hung by a thread
Together or apart, their reflection.
She pleaded with him, "I want nothing more
than to give you my love and affection."
He drew her near, "It's you that I adore."
Tale of Pen and Cob continues today
Faithful in love, they're nesting on the quay
April~3~23~kj
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2023
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