Discretion

Discretion David J Walker Its wing crooked from some Unreported collision The wild Canada goose would Never fly again Now left behind Left to beg at the end Of driveways when not hiding Between lawns and lakes Holding himself in humbled pride Begging as homeless veterans beg At an edge of town traffic light Out of sight of traffic cops With guns and cuffs and discretion Once his hunter now his guardian with Obligations they both understand There will be corn At the end of the driveway every morn No questions asked