My new neighbors honk.
Pair of geese who winter spent
Flying patterns rare.
Standing on my roof
Bellies full from neighbors’ crumbs
They seem quite content.
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We have a large pond near and geese fly over and honk for us in the spring
Great! They are interesting neighbors.
This a poignant one-you are developing a way of showing the reader so much. Even though the poem is about the geese, I am feeling you as the watcher.
Thank you, Susan. Your comments are so heartening. ❤