Geese

There were geese.

They responded to my heavy foot.

They moved into the water.

I watched.

A blue heron gackled and glided

Across still water,

Casting a shadow over the bestirred water.

I was an intruder, and this was the drama
And no surrender.

I counted the babies: seven, like yesterday.

Glide along, geese.

Tell this story.