The Little Swan

The little Swan

had weird and wacky dreams

the flapping fish

swimming in turbulent streams

or the Duck

who had lost his quack

searching

here, there and back

What they meant

he didn’t have a clue

besides he was an Eagle

off he happily flew

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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