The Walk Yesterday
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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