Poemtura on the Mute Swan (Cygnus Olor)

 

If there was a misnomer

You are its embodiment;

Mute Swan

You are hardly quiet.

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You trumpet, you snore

You grunt, you growl;

After hisses and whistles

You fly away with loud rhythmic sounds.

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You are fearsome

A big bully

For you chase away

Little ducks and geese.

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Yet you are an elegant

Pearly bird;

Grand and graceful

Much loved and admired.

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