Constance And The Narcoleptic Swan

Constance woke up on Sunday morning to find a swan asleep the foot of her bed
there was no sign of forced entry the windows were all shut
it wasn’t a white swan like those magnificent ballerina birds
the poor thing was bruised and bloodied plus it was missing something important
that Constance could not quite put her hung over trembling finger on
Oh there it was!
The disfigured swan was missing it’s eyes

“Pardon me Mr Swan or Miss but how on earth did you happen to be on my bed?”

No answer of course not