Ka, the Lost Canadian Goose

for my gentle handsome son, Keith Andrew- The young Canadian goose was lost in flight, Not knowing which way to turn- Now he depended on instinct and sight, And what he had already learned- The clouds engulfed all his air space, And for the skein his heart did yearn- They were migrating north in springtime, Towards their nesting grounds to return- He was sure he could navigate the course, But he really needed to see- For now it was against time that he raced, Hoping that soon with them all he would be- He flew at an altitude of 3,000 feet, the migration height that geese fly- ’but then remembered on some occasions, they’d go up 27,000 feet in the sky! He tried to get his bearings, by estimating their rate of speed- Canadian Geese cover 1,500 miles a day, He’d have to fly faster to succeed- KA, with courage geared up, and charged right through the distant clouds- He spotted black feathered necks and feet, and heard lots honking that was loud- His father was in the lead, of the “V” formation that geese fly- His mother was right behind, Asking, “Where did he go and why?” The young Canadian goose remained in back, Until all of them touched the ground- Mother emerged from the gaggle with glee, Happy her son was found- Mom and father were together for life- In the geese world that’s how it goes- Now it was KA’s time to find a mate, He made it just in time to propose!