Walking with the geese each day
affords a few moments to play.
Strolling along the nearby ponds,
thoughts open my mind as they may.
The gaggle has broken apart
as lovers seek their true heart.
Two-by-two they pair readily.
Even geese know courting requires privacy.
Across the pond they sail,
their wake leaving a lovers’ trail
on their way to domesticity.
Soon goslings will follow
where gander allows.
Later, though flight wings have grown
young geese are not on their own.
The gaggle regroups and once it has flown.
I shall walk the pond all alone.
annarino writes 