Category : Poems

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He,
Mother Swan.
You swim,
between....
the reed,
and
the bank.

Your little babies,
will follow you,
by your side.

Every time,
time after time,
you count them,
over and over....
again.

Suddenly,
one of them,
disappears into the reeds!
It leads....
to curiosity,
and fun.

Don't be afraid,
..... Mother Swan.....
you must always stay, 
alert. 
And, 
occasionally.... 
hears their birdsong.