Gazing At Geese - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
In the coolness of a Sunday morning
I ventured down toward the ocean.
Grabbing my newspaper I wondered
What in the world is all that commotion?
As I peered out over the tree line
And down the street for better observing
They finally pierced the horizon:
It's a gaggle of geese a honking.
The neighbor's cat sat motionless
As she contemplated this view.
I watched two dozen geese fly by
And I simply admired them too.
They flew in that v-shaped formation
Just like a well oiled machine.
The grandeur of nature in progress,
Sure hope they fly through here next spring.
The intensity of that cat's gaze
As she watched those Canadian geese
Think she was glad to see them fly by
So she could get back to her peace.
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