Silly Goose

Silly goose,

some symbol of pride you are

Standing uncomfortable on the frozen remains

of what was once home

Silly goose,

too dim and spoiled to fly south.

Befuddled you squawk

in sub zero dawn

Silly goose,

you seem surprised.

Your home at the auto complex

no longer bears reeds and slime

Silly goose,

how long has it been?

You lived there contented

amid the vent stacks and tractor trailers

Silly goose,

don’t you see your folly?

Blindly living out your years

amongst the industry and litter

Silly goose,

Did you see past the edge of the reeds?

How could you not know

the travesty that surrounded you?

Silly goose,

I know people like you.

They ignore the encroaching world

Secure in their own little realms

Silly goose,

are you so different after all?

We are merely squatters too

Claiming all we see

Silly goose,

tell me how it feels.

So we will be ready

when our time comes

Silly goose,

we are coming to join you.

Perhaps you are a fitting symbol

…….for us silly geese.

© George Arnold                        March 7th, 2006.