I wrote this one while walking on the path behind the library where I work. Recorded it on my phone and edited as I transcribed it.
Geese
Ugh
Their poop is all over the path
Where I walk
Every day
Sometimes the geese are on the path
Squaking
Sitting,
Seeming to glare at me as I approach
Waiting, waiting waiting
Never in a hurry,
Nearly always in my way
On the paved path
They wait
Until I am so close
That I get nervous,
Until I am so close that I begin to think,
Should I step onto the grass and go around them.
As my foot raises to step off the pavement,
that is when they finally
Walk,
Waddle,
Never scurry,
Slowly
Oh, so slowly
onto the grass
And I walk by
As some of them hiss
And stare
Geese,
They look so pretty in flight.
Up close,
They remind me of pigeons.
(c) Sue Schnitzer
