
There at the mouth of the river as it drains into the basin is a house named Swan.
A quacking crowd parts, with regal measured steps her majesty presents herself.
There were three now one: her mate and off spring drowned, caught in fishing lines.
She is alone now, a swan among ducks, she has splendour and place, Queen.
from the wilds of Bedford
Dayle Dodwell
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