The Goose. By CpSingleton © 2014
As a child I wanted to be a peacock.
To stalk the manicured grass of life,
Head held in regal defiance,
All eyes on my eyes.
Awe in my dress and character
Radiating from admiring smiles.
I ended up as a goose.
I plod on land with the grace
Of a milk pudding;
A snarky milk pudding.
Flolloping around, never quiet happy being static and
Where as the smaller birds bound from tree to tree,
I prepare long journeys in search of me.
When I think the journey ends
I turn tail-feather and
Navigate another route,
The chill wind livening my need and skin.
Ornithologists wonder at my flight plan and yet
Never am I the top of their lists.
Delicate, irritating Hummingbirds,
Even murderous, irrelevant Robins
Head the list…