The Geese

Ducks zoom in jet fast, then glide quite slow, wings cool

Geese gawk honk hiss—this pond is home—belongs to future big potato eggs

Ducks, heron, hawks shooed away with flapping wings, ritual daily blares

Pond impounds two geese each year—nesting here like clocks, bring spring

Honks of hope their love lasts, guarding against fox, raccoons, coyotes, hands

Of men & teen mischief—one goal—beaks to peck, eyes to peak, goslings reach the sun.