yesterday i saw goose-lings
about month old ten of them
so cute yellowish cotton-est
i'm trying to get closer i tried
mother always extend neck
warning i should take heed
yes, enjoyment was all in me
now i know they're not flying
they're the surprises of spring
and food is not their problem
it's the heat and the predators
fifty percent survive the course
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