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Geese are roaming through my neighborhood
Littering every single inch of sidewalk with feathers and poop
Contrast to the perfectly manicured lawns
Of perfectly manicured suburban families 
Too perfect
I feel like I found true happiness on my walk 
Whistling while my strides come paced and measured 

Humans are like bugs the more I look at them under my microscope of criticism
Killing and eating our own 
Wrapping our offspring in the silk of our wombs
Protecting them from dangers to come 
But humans like every other living creature 
Succumb to the elements and the righteous hand of God 

Children are like geese
They squawk and whine 
Complaining about every thing that inconveniences them 
The noises continue until they appreciate the value of silence
The silence before a storm
Or the way everything stops before a flood 

God granted silence for me on my walk 
Quieting the voices of the woman talking on a phone 
Or the screams of children on the playground 
God granted silence for me 
And the trees who were spared from swaying at the whim of a breeze
And silence for the birds getting ready to devour their dinner of worms
In their sharp, hooked beaks

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