Note: What do you do with photos of swans on an icy pond in Massachusetts in December, four days before Christmas? Write some swan haiku to illustrate some of them, of course. They’re poems of questionable quality, no doubt, but I had fun.

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White mounds, plush, cushy

Cotton candy piled on ice

Downy warm pillows

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Seven swimming swans

Then nine, nineteen … and … twenty

Swany come lately

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Walking on water

Not the ONE we celebrate

Just a swan on ice

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Heads are down! Butts up!

Up is down. Down is keeping

This lunch seeker warm.

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Brawking, kakawking

Long necked, avian opera stars

Singing their swan song

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