Ballet for a Marsh - Echolyn

Her dance a fluid easy grace

Like resting in the palm of God

She moves in silent circles, mine is sore to watch

Almost comical at times

Such movements unlike habits are not natural for me

Myself and I are happy wearing our head the way it is

She primps to her own reflection

She to be a queen

And I labeled decoy draw attention from her beauty

For this she snubs and circles me in spite

Pirouettes, lands like a feather on the calm of the lake

Without a sound she takes flight again

And again the chatter starts about her

Lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds

I am quite the jester, she more the prude

With neck-high buttons fastened tight

As if to ward off any sign of laughter

I am many shades;

she just black and white

It’s not her fault, we’ve made her what she is

If she’d get the hint, she’d take off in a huff

She’d always had a mind to leave

I’m happy with my home here in the marsh