Subject: Thomas's English Swans
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
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Date: Wed May 26, 1999 at 10:47PM

Thomas's English Swans


Pulled a package of muffins our of the bread bin
Only to find mould had completely done them in
So - bagged them, and took them down to the lake
To feed the swans, who leapt out of water to take ...

The broken-up pieces right out of my hand ...
An extraordinary sight, but an impromptu plan
As they dipped the pieces in the water first
And then wolfed them down to satisfy thirst

At first, biting down hard and snagging fingertips
And then, after pulling back on the next few bits
The swans were more careful on the next bite
Pulling back quicker in order to ease my plight

And then, after just a few more short minutes
The entire six were gone, leaving only tidbits
And as I retreated to untie the dog from a boat
The entire family of seven ascended up the slope

And as we walked away and looked back ...
Those few crumbs disappeared from our tracks
As the swans devoured every little muffin piece
And I walked away ... feeling a quiet peace ...

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
12:37pm Wed. May 26th, 1999