Crack of dawn I wake up to the screaming on my TV. I get up and walk outside with some waffles. As I sit on the pier I realize that its still there. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. and now Monday again. Siting in the same spot and not moving with the exception of the occasional sticking its head under the water and grabbing a fish. There it stands in the same spot, five feet over and five feet out from the bowie. White and glamorous with the speak of orange. People say that you normally find them in pairs or big groups but not this one. It sits alone without a care in the world. All of the other ducks and geese swim by with their family's and baby's but this one stands alone. The beauty just sits. It doesn't care about showing itself off or having a family or any of that it just sits and enjoys each day. now the swan it gone. Never to be seen again.