Following on the Goose vortices
One well worn Golden Eagle
A trembling scythe wheeling
An uncertain approach broken off
Mallards not concerned Swans sleeping
The Goose make room but soon too
The wind brings wet snow down the sound
Crows surround the Eagle sitting soaking
Tail immersed watching looking
A riled and dirty Swan approaches
An impending rumble
Or Eagle remains nonplussed
The Swans mute can't call a bluff
