Grey Goose

Sitting there on the lawn

Was a goose streaked in grey

Smaller yet than a swan

It marks the start of day

See him ruffle his wings

As you creep nearer to him

He squawks and then begins to sing

Yes the grey goose is far from dim

The blades do not hurt

As the critters slip away

Weapons buried under dirt

This is more than play

Survival of those who deserve

Those who are like the goose

And the landscape on a curve

Bug and bird have no truce

Finally all his treasures caught

He turned to look at me

As if it was me he sought

So I snapped a salute behind the tree

It was almost as if he cracked a smile

And so I did too

The story of the grey goose is true

So sit and listen, stay awhile.