One Swan's Beak

The random is coming...

All I could find was one swan's beak,

lying on it's side, as if discarded in a rush.

I imagined the beakless bird as it gracefully

climbed the stairs of the courthouse,

whining about losing it's will to speak.

 

I took the swan's beak in my  hand,

sliding my fingers into the upper-bill so

that I might make it into a puppet for the play.

Once I extracted my cramped fingers, I held a pile of white sand.

 

The sand trickled through my fingers,

and I stood amazed at my great fortune.

To stand at county's court,

And have a reason to linger!

 

The swan beak's owner never showed its beakless face.

And I held out for a few hours before I

left that town's courthouse

in utter disgrace.