Wings of Dawn

The golden goose of love had laid an egg
   Let it roll away, for to beg
Passersby shunned the sight all day, all night

The poor goose knew its time had now arrived
   No longer could her feathers up and fly
She cast one last longing look on high
   Then plunged headfirst into the drink...

Total strangers hushed and gathered 'round
   Transfixed by what they saw there in the pond
The golden goose unfurled her wings of dawn
   One last fling for a gander's favorite blond
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Faulkner Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 9:25 PM
What a beautiful title - and those closing lines so ethereal, almost like magic!
Wolf Avatar
May 20, 2020 at 8:49 AM
Thank you for such a nice comment! :) Almost a magician
Krutsinger Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 4:11 PM
Like visualizing this for myself.
Wolf Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 7:32 PM
Fantasy Island beckons, Caren. :) gw
Lawless Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 3:50 PM
Hey what's good for the goose
Wolf Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 7:31 PM
Ha, ha... but we meander. :) gw
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