I watched it glide across the mirror like water
Even its reflection was majestically serene.
With his head held high in a distinguished pose
This was the finest of the species I had ever seen.
With his wings folded back so tight and neat
And a plumage pristine, with not a feather out of place.
Surveying its surroundings and fellow inhabitants
As it journeyed onwards with style and grace.
He was not troubled by the river’s companions
Nor indeed did they appear to be threatened by him.
A mutual respect seemed to exist between them
This wasn't a contest either side had to win.
As they mingled together in the beam of bright sunlight
It was not just his beauty that stood him out from the pack.
With no sign of jealousy or perceived racial tension
Just a combined acceptance that this swan was black.