A group of birds swam in a pond.  

Ducks and geese were prevalent.

A few were trying to form a bond.

In flew a bird that was a gent.      

Now, right away a female bird,

Preened and fluffed her feathers white.

She cocked her head, to hear a word

From him who was a handsome sight:

“I’ve floated in sweet Lake Louise,

And sent bird calls o’er mountain tops,

And ate from many kinds of crops.”

 

He stretched his neck with so much pride,

And stirred the water with huge wings.

When his feathers opened wide,

She  heard the song that nature sings.

So powerful and strong was he,

She almost wept. She could have died.

So wonderful, this ecstasy

That came up inside her breast.

She felt so beautiful and free,

She wanted them to build a nest.

She wanted him from all the rest.

 

Suddenly, he cocked his head.

He heard a bird cry from afar.

He rose and flew away instead,

Toward the brightest evening star.

She was left alone  to cope

With all this sorrow in her heart.

She knew it wouldn’t work to hope,

For he had ripped her soul apart.

So she swam back to the group

Of birds that played  in water green.

She tried hard to not be seen.

 

A  male bird made a lazy loop,

Spread ripples round her as she swam.

He refused to leave her side,

Said he wasn’t on the lam.

He said he’d swim the pond with her;

Protect her from the bitter cold;

To stay with her, he would prefer;

And be with her as they grew old.

She grew to love him by and by.

His heart was made of purest gold.

And that’s the way the story’s told.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

” Thanks go to Johanna Hurand, who took

     most of the photos seen in this post.”  Y.