Honk If You’re a Goose

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.

Canada geese
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34 Responses to Honk If You’re a Goose

  1. lazfreedman says:

    oh ya! πŸ˜‰ Canada Geese, Love this one, and the Photo, a beauty set, Monica
    Peace to you,

  2. penpusherpen says:

    Honk-Honk, I’m a goose. πŸ˜€ … 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

  3. Monica says:

    Hi Pen, I see Bess running and swimming with the geese. What a great memory.

  4. sandy says:

    What a nice family! I guess the geese are just city dwellers.

  5. lazfreedman says:

    Canadian’s ?
    Oh… the Geese
    Yes, as a matter of fact, quite territorial my friend
    Ha…. πŸ˜‰

  6. bluebee says:

    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 πŸ™‚

  7. Androgoth says:

    I like this one too Monica
    I hope that you are well my
    wickedly great friend…

    Androgoth XXx

  8. 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.

    • Monica says:

      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.

  9. kenny2dogs says:

    “I didn’t leave you” πŸ™‚
    My Grandfather had geese, great guards ! and they are very tasty in between two slices of bread πŸ™‚

  10. kenny2dogs says:

    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.
    Ted Nugent

    • Monica says:

      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.

  11. Artswebshow says:

    I like both the picture and the connection you made to it in this poem.

    • Monica says:

      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.

  12. Androgoth says:

    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…

    Androgoth XXx

    • Monica says:

      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.

  13. SandySays1 says:

    Hi Monica, What a great pic and poem. The sentiment brings to mind a song by Hank Williams Jr. — “Country folks will survive!!!!”

  14. Jingle says:


    your poetry make me smile,
    keep it up.


  15. jennyozzy says:

    sweet pic ive been chased by geese lol and pecked cheek i was feeding them too xxjen

  16. Hello Monica,
    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!

    Talia. x

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