Changeling

Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity, the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside. Gathering knowledge and experience to survive, she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”. No matter her direction she faces a wall. Dilemma after dilemma solved by trial and error. Exhausted she turns to the lake for comfort. The silky sensation of caressing water calms her. Forgetting all the negativity, she resolves anew to never again feel defeated and mundane. She vows to live her self for what she is. Grown, a once ragged babe glides to calmer water. As the sun kissed the dew on hilltops it silently moved across the glassy lake seemingly searching. The gosling, startled out of hushed reverie watched as her reflection painted itself on the black water. Ragged yellow feathers, turned beautifully white. A long slender neck arching gracefully crowned the creatures flawless features, each so exquisite. The swan smiled to herself. She was contented. © Nov 5 2010 Charles Henderson