Wild And Untameable.

He bent his long, and ultra sleek neck and gently took, from lakeside edge, my offering of food, then swan and I began to try contacting, eye to eye. Silent dialogue started, a moment alone absorbed us both and glowing with watertight calm, his aim only seemed then the same as my own. To exchange this strange dueting song we had to accede a right from wrong in behaviour, 'though wild he desisted from hissing out a normal resistance. As perfection in white feathered coat, knowing his worth yet never remotely disturbing me he swam nearer, forlorn sound began then, a clapping of horny beak which repeated staccato as he fed. Pristine wings unfurled and proud head raised to full regal height, he began filling the scene, displaying strength, statue still the swan, reflecting watery light, again looked into my soul, now bold I strained to touch this handsome wild untameable bird then as I precariously leaned to stroke discreetly an open beak, his neck unfolded allowing me full reach, just momentarily. He then sailed on and he preened as he went.