The Swan In the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death. as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it presents in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents but all of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks. looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over its back with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes which some how against my will has me rested on my knees as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas a plea of forgiveness for all that its done a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as a sqwauk as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope