After the third day
She stopped saying "you must go"
And his kept saying "NO"
Her wing was broke- couldnt fly
Looking up ,saying goodbye
Migrating flock ,noisy and way up high
Overwintering has but one outcome
She tries to think of them, thought of him
Who follows her on scaly webbed feet
Slipping on the ice, painful wing
Frozen lake,sheet of ice and bleaky mist
He tries to shield her wing
From gusty wind, it little helps
The snow fox came to steal the egg
She slapped and missed
Broken wing broken egg
Still he waits for the larger meal
Just out of reach but sure to come
Two dead geese for the price of one
Once last plea for him to go
One of us must live
But he says no
As dead she lies
His hungered honk
Defies an invisible foe
Nowhere to go, it all looks like snow
Too old to live, too cold to care
Slowly walks toward the fox
Categories:
bleaky, best friend, bird, death
Form: Free verse