Swan River Poem by Max

As night fell upon the murky river,
A lone black swan dashed onto the shore,
It fell to the ground and started to quiver,
Looking weak all the way down to the core,
Occur this did upon the bay,
Under the stars of the Milky Way.

I ruffled his feathers and smelt blood,
The poor little bird had an injury,
I started looking for members of his brotherhood,
The creature had been injured nearly fatally,
Take care of the bird I did for a while,
Allowing him and the water to reconcile.

At last I was able to let him go,
Although I felt sad and lonely I must,
So away he floated on the river flow,
Back into the world he was thrust,
Darker and Gloomier the bay now felt,
So I ran away at a fast little pelt.

Back home I am now behind the brick walls,
Thinking of the bird of which I have saved,
Feeling proud of my desperate little cause,
Helping the animal that was hopelessly depraved,
After all this action in just one little day,
I think I'll go sleep and think of the bay.