The Black Swan Poem by Hebert Logerie

The frequent traveler, with the silky black plumage,
Chronically strolls on the lake, like a luxurious boat.
Highly sure of himself, he extrudes a beautiful image.
He wears his tuxedo like a Count; he's is always afloat.


My Golly, he cuts and splits the waves with his sword;
What a majestically gorgeous creature!
A sea of neighbors won't stop staring at his posture,
As he smiles slyly like the glows of the blue candle.

It is often reechoed that: 'The common people
Are highly fascinated by his black and brown mandible."
Oh! His exotic appearance is a gift from the Lord.

Characteristics and organs can be synonymous;
Talking about his nobility would probably be blasphemous.
Like the peacock, he is neither modest nor presumptuous.