“But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful,” WB Yeats

Swans swim,

in synchronized,

silhouettes.

Mama delicately rolls her precious eggs,

to keep them evenly warm,

and plucks her feathers to tuck them in.

Black swan,

slides in singular grace,

while Narcissus is bewitched by his own reflection.
Cheers to you from European swans in springtime~