I remember a black swan in a hotel's pond it was a master of his domain or walk on the lawn surrounding the lake. A little yapping dog a spoilt thing how had caviar for dinner, got to near, the sawn grabbed and drowned it and lovely was the peace. I should have interfered and try to rescue the cur, but the swan made it clear not to step in, in a way the ****** dog got what it deserved. this ladies and gentlemen was an alternative poem.