Whooper swans pin-cushioned the fields,
white freckles on recent harvested remains,
lost snow without a cloud.
Quack and squealer out of rhythm and tune,
they break the morning silence with joy.
Whooper swans pin-cushioned the fields,
white freckles on recent harvested remains,
lost snow without a cloud.
Quack and squealer out of rhythm and tune,
they break the morning silence with joy.
