[Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels]
All the way from Canada come the honking geese
Winging their way to this ancient bitter hospital
Rather than purching to rest from the journey
this watchman stands ready listening for goslings
moving and pecking from inside the light shell.
Staying alert in the midst of the night the goose
Must be alert for raccoons and miserable people
Standing firm against the dark, the wily bird
Never knows what creeps hidden in the darkness
Nightly sauntering the lightless street
Near the menacing hospital to meet
This fearless creature, standing watch
Every night this goose fights sleep
To wait for the arrival of his chicks.
His mate sits quietly in a nest
Above the street tending the eggs.
Treading softly along the darkened lane
I came to the nest of the sitting goose,
And of the watchman.
Under the full moon the pile of twigs
Lay empty, the watchman goose gone.
Perhaps the goose took his family to the lake
Where his tiny family can splash and play in daylight.