Geese fly overhead
Honking autumn ritual
Nature’s sure bequest
Geese fly by again
Making circle back to pond
Now their year-round home
Ghost of memory
Inner compass says go South
Geese forgot the way
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Love this!
Thanks, Lynn.
Glad to hear it. Thanks.
I woke up to the honk of geese today. Love the way you reference the season and then make me laugh with the conclusion!
Glad you laughed. These geese have lived here for at least twenty-five years.
Sounds like geese may have “senior moments”, too, though the fact that they’ve lived there full time more likely implies that they’re comfortable there, like you.
Love the idea that geese have senior moments.