A Diamond in the Dust

(Poetic response to "The Metaphor") 

Through the swaying bulrushes,

a flock of grey fowl swim. 

Their ruffled feathers and dull coats

seem to merge into a single cloud of grey.

But in the center of the cloud

lies a large, gaping hole,

Through which the sun shines bright,

like a daisy among the weeds. 

With its regale head poised 

and white feathers gleaming, 

the swan glides with ease through the current, 

graceful and elegant amongst the dull fowl. 

Raising my rifle, I gaze at the swan 

as it gives a final stretch of its wings, 

and marvel at its beauty. 

Like a diamond in the dust, 

It's the perfect target.