“Goose ” by Natalia Doan


Between two worlds,
I stumble around.
The trees snicker
at my wobbly frame.
Muddy and solemn,
goose is my name.

In a slovenly, barren patch
of earth,
I reside.
And let the scenes and times pas by.
I rest atop the murky lake
and try to give,
but only take.

My belly is filled with grass I snatch.
I'm not the last; my eggs will hatch.
I am not tasty
nor am I witty.
These feathers reek
and are not pretty.
I eat 'til all that's left is gone,
at which point, I waddle on.

but I am stuck.
Stuck between the sky above and earth below,
with heavy wings and feet quite slow.
The trees snicker at my wobbly frame.
Muddy and solemn,
goose is my name.