The Swans
Huddled like rabbits by the hole by the fence
Frozen like statues to the chair on the lake
Clouds of birds make shadows on the moss
Fields of kale all patterned with ice
Whoa outside woah the swans rise whoa whoa
Curve of the river like the neck of a swan
And the veil of the sky all peppered with rain
Fields of crows picked clean to the bone
And a love unchained by the chatter of time
Whoa outside whoa swans rise
Whoa swans rise
Whoa swans rise
Whoa
Whoa