by Rachel Belth
She lingers on the road, does not
rush off at the last moment like a squirrel
nor lead her young across
in an efficient line like a mallard. No,
she stands her ground
and hisses at oncoming
traffic. Why the road and not
the clover along the side? Why go
to all this trouble? To reach the mulberries
trampled on the asphalt.
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Love this poem, Rachel.
Especially that last line.
Aw I love canada geese! They’re really wonderful, misunderstood animals.