I saw him briefly once,
like a three dimensional
shadow on the lake.
And I was breathless in
the presence of such majesty.
The sheen of his plumage,
changing, as the sun danced
on the rippling water.
He turned towards the
bank where I lay.
Across the small distance,
We met eye to eye,
suddenly as if to offer
me a benediction he
raised himself in the
water and spread his wings.
Then he turned and was gone,
yet in the contact of our eyes
I felt his pity, in that I was
just a mortal man.
Whilst He, was a Black Swan.
Bill Mitton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-audience-granted/
