Geese

There were geese.
They responded to my heavy foot.
They moved into the water.


I watched.


A blue heron gackled and glided
Across still water,
Casting a shadow over the bestirred water.


I was an intruder, and this was the drama
And no surrender.


I counted the babies: seven, like yesterday.


Glide along, geese.

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