I complain about the geese. They dirty the grass around the Pond and my walking path. At times it's an obstacle course. I bemoan the fact that they don't Just stop for a rest and then Keep flying either south or north. But I've read that geese mate for Life, so when I saw a dead goose Lying in the median of the roadway today, I looked for its partner. I wondered if a goose could grieve; For if it could, As I passed the one struck down, I grieved with the mate that Was left behind. |