Honk If You’re A Goose
Mama lays eggs by the lap pool
chlorinated wetland sanctuary
Pop patrols the parking lot
stands with the security guard
hisses at swimmers
flies by and honks a greeting
after goslings hatch.
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Hmmm!… Indeed not. Tee Hee!
Talia, this is great. I’m glad the goose was careful to grab her pants and not give her a poke. Geese and fashion statements are not often connected!
The question is, who was the silly goose. The Guy honking in the parking lot, thinking this is his domain? ;o)
On a lighter note. This reminds me of a walk near one of the lakes where I live. My daughter who was just five at the time did not heed my warning and ventured to far into their nesting area. Sudenly there was a loud squawking. I looked and the Male had hold of her pants by his beak. As she ran to get away, they came to rest by her ankles; little wonder she insisted on wearing trousers from there on in.
Thanks for reviving this memory Monica.
Best wishes from this side of the pond. (Groan) Honk! Honk!
That was naughty, Jen. I mean for the geese.
Jingle, you are so generous with your time and comments. Thank you!
sweet pic ive been chased by geese lol and pecked cheek i was feeding them too xxjen
your poetry make me smile,
keep it up.
In answer to your Q, yes, I read to the old codger. That includes breaks to tug on a pants leg to wake him up.
Love your comment, Sandy. I’m so happy to be subscribed to your blog, too.
Hi Monica, What a great pic and poem. The sentiment brings to mind a song by Hank Williams Jr. — “Country folks will survive!!!!”
Dear Androgoth, Love your visits and comments, my friend. I will be away from the computer for a while but look forward to catching up soon. Be very well.
Hi Richard, Thanks for coming by and for your comment. I wish I had gotten a picture of the goose next to the security guard in the parking lot – it was hysterical. But I didn’t have my camera.
I have just called by to read your poem again Monica,
are you alright my great friend? I hope that you are now
getting ready for a nice relaxing weekend, yes working
Friday but it will soon be time for some fun and… Well
anything that you wish I guess?
Be good, and have fun now Monica…
I like both the picture and the connection you made to it in this poem.
You may be on to something there. It’s the hunters in the western U.S. who push for more open space, wilderness, etc. Gotta have something to hunt.
If you want to “save” a species, simply decide to eat it. Then it will be “managed” – like chickens, like turkeys, like deer, like Canadian geese.
Hi Kenny, Check out this link about geese:
Gives a different perspective on unselfish devotion.
They’re certainly adaptive.
“I didn’t leave you” 🙂
My Grandfather had geese, great guards ! and they are very tasty in between two slices of bread 🙂
Hi Bluebee, Yes, it is interesting. I’m not surprised you like it.
It was a very blurred one, Monica 🙂 I’ve just visited wherearetheheros’ blog and saw that you had visited there, too – very interesting poetry, isn’t it?
Hello Androgoth, Thank you, and I want to get back to your wickedly clever blog.
The male goose sort of adopted me – he would be waiting by my car when I came out. They have not nested by the pool this year – I think I’m the only one who’s sorry – they do (ahem) poop in the water.
That is cheeky – did you get a picture of the swans, or did they chase you off first?
Ha indeed, Laz!
Enjoyed that great short writing on Geese , they can be intimidating when its hatching time but they are a possesive bird when it comes to their goslings.
I like this one too Monica
I hope that you are well my
wickedly great friend…
So funny, Monica, and sweet – you have captured the essence of them. I was taking photos for a friend of her children in the park the other days and we were chased off by a pair of black swans – so cheeky 🙂
Oh… the Geese
Yes, as a matter of fact, quite territorial my friend
What a nice family! I guess the geese are just city dwellers.
Hi Pen, I see Bess running and swimming with the geese. What a great memory.
They’re characters, aren’t they, Laz?
Honk-Honk, I’m a goose. 😀 … thank you Monica, I enjoyed this poem so much, plus the wonderful family grouping, and you know why? One abiding memory of My Girl was her trying to swim in the local lakes where the geese were gathering and nesting, she was in her element, madcap and so full of fun, and running a mile when the Geese warned her off. Have a wonderful week-end my friend. xPenx
oh ya! 😉 Canada Geese, Love this one, and the Photo, a beauty set, Monica
Peace to you,