The Lonely Live Goose
I saw you, flying high, neck outstretched
Pulling you to your destination.
Heading north?
On your own.
Are you lost?
Silently soaring through the sky
Like a bird of prey hunting solo for breakfast.
But you won’t dive.
You only attack on the ground.
Chasing runners and bikers and preschoolers on a nature walk.
The lonely live goose without its gaggle.
Heading somewhere for some reason.
In search of your place, in search of your kind.
But all alone.
Why?
Because geese are jerks.
Mean, stubborn, fucking jerks.
And you must be the biggest fucking jerk of them all.
