January 17, 2021
In
poetry
birds gathering at dusk
the geese and the ducks arriving
at the pond at dusk
the geese flying in
deftly finding a spot
on the crowded pond
honking warnings
splashing down in unison
no accidents
ever it seems
they are experts
the geese walking in
waddle awkward gate
one by one two by two
slipping by quietly
chortling
there is a truce
almost a trust
between us
a short distance away
smaller ducks huddle
whistling
will they sleep on the water too?
—
From a chance encounter on Friday January 15, 2021
Who knew this dusk gathering was such a social event
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