Resident Goose

I’m a wise bird, a sky bird, a wild bird and shy,

I’m a park bird, an ark bird with no need to fly.

 

I’ll never be a migrant bird, flying the trackless sky,

I’m a sleek bird, a fat bird, who hates to say goodbye.

 

I’m a tame bird, a local bird, swimming lakes and ponds

I love the Front Range view — why venture far beyond?

 

I’m a resident goose and step with waddling gait.

I’m a stay-here goose and have a stay-here mate.

 

No going south for me; no unseen path to follow,

Only gravel paths: I’m no Capistrano swallow.

 

Belle Schmidt

 

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