The Swans of Blackwater Manor

We found it

Together

A walk by the lake

It shivered in its’ nest

A little thing

Abandoned

You did so hate to see anything left behind

You could handle anything but the retreating back

It cracked open

A thing pink

Pin prick feathers

How could you not love it

How could I?

It imprinted on you

Followed your feet

Ran over mine

I could not keep it in my rooms

It pines for you more than I

I have heard from the mer folk it asks after you

It waits and glides

It hides treasures in its nest

Who is fierce enough to disturb a swans hoard?

I found one of your combs in the tangles.