Wild Geese

Wild geese
fly over
in V formation
the symbols
of winter
a sign of cold leafless land
and cold murky water

I've seen them
in their maneuvers
testing their wings
flying for the fun of it
they come round
and round again
in cloudless sky
in the mist of morning
squawking out their song
a choir of bad sopranos

Synchronized in flight
unified in chorus
calling to each other
and to us
bragging as it were
their flight is freedom
winged joy
trumpeted on high



and then always those two
stragglers
trying to catch up.



© d.knape
January 10, 2017

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