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Moon had reached its zenith peak
the world lay hushed for the night
some heralding flew near the pond
wind stilled as she came into sight

Ripples stirred as she entered the water
pond came to life, ere it had been dead
time had come for the return of the cob
A White Snowy Owl swiveled his head

Taken in death from her years earlier 
the pen refused to mate with another
He returned only one night each year
her muted swan mate, he was her lover

As mysterious as his ghost-like return 
more of a marvel that since his death 
the pen had left their pond as a woman
Night creatures at the pond held breath
 
Submersing, the change was taking place
she was a beautiful mute swan once more
as he approached her arms became wings
off her shoulders, the white dress she wore 

Hidden by a growth of wild flowers on the bank 
they coupled and preened all through the night 
privileged was I to witness such a love so loyal
I wished the cob would never again take flight

Graceful necks entwined, they gave way to sleep
sky grown light,  in time of dawn they drew apart
no goodbyes, he took to the sky; her wings to arms
she donned her dress and cried~with broken heart

January 1st, 2016
Female swan is a pen ~ male is a cob

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