As if applause, a clap clap clap

Echos the evening air

As I walk past spectators

And yet, there’s no-one there.

It is no ghostly apparition

Of which these lands are famed

But mother natures creatures

Wild and free, swans… untamed.

Their wings slap against the surface

As to the sky take flight

I, a walker watches in wonder,

They soar high, out of sight.

I wonder what they think of us,

As we work and worry in our homes…

I wonder what occupies their mind,

Unlike fools like me, its not writing poems!

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