Trumpeter

On the canal beneath the leaves and the trees

Gliding and floating with less haste and little speed

Making your way but at your ease.

There's no hurry - your majesty.

Kings and Queens of the Grand Canal

Grace, elegance, regality all of which are your speciality

In charge, in love, in water you soar 

A glorious spectacle afloat or ashore

Paying no heed to the traffic as it roars.

Trumpeters; all in white 

Your neck outstretched warns of your imminent flight

Your crowning feature.

Postures are ever changing curved then round.

Head first, you're upside down

Dipping your bill, 'tis a mate you have found.

In courtship, you're head-to-head

Hissing, soft snores and sharp grunts

Only but sounds to protect

The cygnet emerges with fresh eyes

It's short necked and thickly downed.

On its mother's back- it will not drown.

A brand new world 

Life it has found