The Swans

Huddled like rabbits by the hole by the fence

Frozen like statues to the chair on the lake

Clouds of birds make shadows on the moss

Fields of kale all patterned with ice

Whoa outside woah the swans rise whoa whoa

Curve of the river like the neck of a swan

And the veil of the sky all peppered with rain

Fields of crows picked clean to the bone

And a love unchained by the chatter of time

Whoa outside whoa swans rise

Whoa swans rise

Whoa swans rise

Whoa

Whoa