The Geese – Lent Thirty`Six

 Safirah Noviana

Safirah Noviana

How fiercely now
the geese guard their nest
Though I walk in silence they sense
my presence even in the first light
It is not fear with which they greet me
but anger Righteous Anger!
Wings spread wide they rush
not away from me as if to fly off
but directly at me as if to attack
Their voices barking like guard`dogs
in a language all their own
Their wings flailing wildly
Be Gone! Be Gone! Be Gone!
And I raising my walking stick
turn tail and run from the place
down the road a piece
to where an old German Shepherd
too lame to be angry any more
greets me from behind a fence
Says ‘I thought you were
a smarter sort than to mess
with nesting geese! You old fool!’
And catching my breath
I don’t know quite what to say
so simply walk off in the direction
of the shore where the surf
is cleansing itself on the rocks
in hushed waves of peace
while I ponder the wisdom
of messing with geese
This old fool!


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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