NurtureA Poem by Chris Shaw
male swans do not incubate
eggs of their soon to arrive cygnets they are however both protective and present keeping a watchful eye on proceedings from cool clear marina waters on a May morning a cob sails close a warning for predators while his mate warms with her white feathered belly a brood of nine it is said her patience and dedicated diligence is not lost on observers stood at a safe distance when on a whim she stands to shake her booty exposing what has been hidden eight grey in colour of a similar size half covered in dry river grass and dried reeds stretching her legs and preening she shadows her large tidy nest not leaving it for a second who am I to suggest that our own species take a feather out of the book of swan life © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on May 14, 2023Last Updated on May 14, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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