Poetry and personal blog – Spilling my guts to strangers

City Geese

Later on this season,
park keepers will throw fish
into the pond.
The fish that survive longest
will succumb to temptation
as land-loving fathers teach their preschoolers
to cast a line.

For now, in early April
the water is tranquil,
not yet green with algae
and heat.
Three fat-bellied ducks float serenely by.
A few steps further along,
the two of us see the signs, in succession,
jammed into the water
close to the pond’s edge.

“Please do not feed the geese,”
says one.
“Please.”
“You may make them sick,”
the next sign says.
“They may become aggressive,”
says the next one.
The fourth sign says,
“Don’t do it.”

The fluttering whoosh
of small brown birds
fleeing overhead–
then we see them,
across the tract of grass:
about 11 gray geese
slowly crossing the parking lot,
indifferently stopping traffic,
headed toward the pond.

The three ducks paddle furiously
to the other side of the park.

We decide to double back
to sit on the benches,
or something.

© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2013

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