Tale of Pen and Cob
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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
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016
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