Dreaming of nest-hungry season again
Soon, she glided the lake,
....................................eyed her cygnets.
Pondered, 'though dimly,
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Stumbling, tumbling, awkward of gait running, flapping, wings out straight steering, fearing, getting it right a cygnet on a maiden flight!
that whihc they make it.. fay i like the form, fitting! ! i like the poem.