The Swan

For qbit’s prompt over at dVerse this Haibun Monday. A haibun is a non-fictional short writing (one or two paragraphs) closed by a season haiku.  it is an ancient Japanese poetic form and was created by Basho.

The Swan
The lone swan sailed over the bits of water that was left unfrozen in the dead of winter. To this day I don’t know why she lighted down there, alone. Her flock had long since left her and so she swam in pitiful small circles, occasionally upending to feed on small fish and water lily roots. My mother and I remarked on her aloness and wondered why. I was afraid the hunters would do her in and my mother worried about coyotes and wild dogs dragging her to land and devouring her. But still she swam in her pitiful small circles. One day in not-quite-spring, we drove by the swamp area to find it white with swans. We pulled on the side of the road watching them and listening to their honking. As one, they rose to the sky and the swamp was empty. The swan had taken flight with her flock. I spoke to a game warden later who said the sawn may have been sick or injured. She was left behind to heal or die. My mother and I were both pleased she had healed and left behind the strange landscape of the swamp to be with her flock.
frozen water –
circles getting smaller
as a swan swims

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