4.16.2016
trumpeter swans
nestle atop the
muskrat house
built of weeds
along our
path.
we step carefully,
quietly, so to not
bother them as
we pass, look,
and hold
hands.
it’s said that if
the female
dies, the
male will
remain
alone.
mated
for life.
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