in Canada we watch the Canada Geese
each Spring soaring in the sky
majestic against the sun
returning to us
their huge wings outstretched
flying in forked formation
honking all the way . . .
nothing is more beautiful
than their landing on ponds and rivers
they glide to a stop
with a splash sending water high
as they are a huge bird ~
they come in mated pairs
and soon are building ground nests
bowl-shaped in the reeds and grass
where two or nine babies are born
they do that three times a season
resulting in groups of babies
at different stages . . .
both parents care for the goslings
sometimes, other goslings join the parade
and stay with the group for one year _
so lovely watching them
guiding the yellow babies and bigger babies
across the water~
today, we watched some
junior geese learning to fly
graceful, peaceful
In a grassed shallow, bowl-shaped
Above it, asleep
Fox-curled, and deep
Day flies with routine haste, past.
Worries dont creep!
Click-click, beetled and hoppered.
And buzzingly beed.
In starving need.
O To share whose creature comfort's
Snug and plump breed!
Abased backspaced,
Barefaced boldfaced
Debased facestraight
Bowl shaped misplaced
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9/21/19
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
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