The Swan, The Bluebottle And The Flying Horse - Susan Jones

White of wing
Black of eye
The swan crash dives
On to the surface of the pond.

A rogue blue bottle
Bops in the February sun
Too early to live and fly
She falls victim to the Swans appetite

Beneath the nearby sea shore
The flying horse darts between the kelp
He’s getting rarer to find –
To survive he will need some help

The swan, the bluebottle and the flying horse
Do not seem the sorts
To be friends on this winter day
But when its sunny, they all like to play.

So gather round and learn to speak
To the swan with the yellow beck
The bluebottle with his noisy buzz
And the flying horse who dreams of love.

Susan Jones