The Swan
Technophaegia
Once,
I saw a
Swan. Quite rare
Indeed
Was
She,
With
Black
Spots where snow white fluffy feathers
Should be. Her feathers also had a yellow
Shade, plain was she compared to snow white
Swans that glided about as perfect as perfection
Could be. So different did she look! One would
Most certainly mistake her as a simple duck.
Yet there was something unmistakable in
Her steady look. It spoke of more than
Superficial looks. It spoke of storms endured and fought. It spoke of survival in
Seas distraught. It spoke of cold nights,
In winters past. It spoke of dearth in hard,
Hard times. And for this she was thus shunned,
An outcast among the perfect swans. They pecked
And thrust her fragile side. Until forced was she to take
To flight, among the vast beyond, long waited I to
See her gliding slowly by that crystal pond.
Long pondered I, why so enticed?
And
Then I
Found
Her
Eyes
Held a reflection
Similar to
Mine.
