My geese – my ever-faithful geese – have left!
I watched the emptied autumn sky, bereft,
and watched them steal away to tropic lands…
oh how’ll they’ll love those toasty, sun-baked sands!
I cursed their infidelity that day
and bent upon my lonesome, grumpy way –
I’d find some other loyal friend to love!
But everyday I’d check the skies above
and find them vacant as my mournful heart.
Then suddenly – in shy, reluctant March
they squawked once more upon the melting moors!
And I – my injured self! – ignored their lure
(with great contempt) – and sauntered, haughty, off –
remarking how we’ve changed – and how they’ve not!
All we are saying....is give geese a chance!
ReplyDeleteThe first time I read this poem, I missed "shy, reluctant March." Exceedingly apt adjectives! And of course, with my love of assonance, I like "sauntered" next to "haughty." But my favorite line is "they squawked once more upon the melting moors" -- I don't know why, I just like the sound of it!
ReplyDeleteC. Beth -- great comment!!!
Well...they've been disloyal and rude to me, but...I'll consider it! After all, I'm sure they'll have lots of vacation stories to tell when they come back...
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