Geese Have Class Too Poem by Manonton Dalan

Cast of shadow a relief
From sun's loving heat
Carpet of lush green grass
Teasing my mind; relaxing my eyes

Golfer struggling to pull his cart
Searching for a lost ball in the rough
Find myself in the middle of a flock
Seem not to mind if I honk or not
Amazingly they walk in pairs
Rubbing each others neck and no fears
Reach down my pocket to offer crumbs
Inquiring looks; they know I have none

Moments later there was confusion
Wild honking couple flew into congregation
Extended necks, honks, look of dismay
All proceeded to the nearest shelter; a tree
Awed with the behavior I've seen
What a class; worthy of my pen.