Sun is sinking, the sky no longer blue.
Ragged Vs of geese come in honking, tired
Skidding into the lakes, bumping the water,
searching the grass for dinner.
They look like kitchen appliances,
plugged in by those long black necks.
Startling, suddenly, like a handful of pepper across the sky
come smaller birds in a scatter of speed
and behind them fast, sleek, hungry hawks.
Image: borderland-tours.com
(c) Quinn McDonald, 2007. All rights reserved. Quinn McDonald is a creativity coach, writer and artist. See her work at QuinnCreative.com
That photo is incredible – the sky is filled with birds! I like the line in your poem about skidding into lakes and bumping the water. That is what it looks like to me, too.
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and under them, barking his head off, a galloping Ganderpup, scolding them out of his personal airspace, as if somehow he is a No-Fly zone. Amazingly, none of the geese land, proving this pup is right again!
—Is that why you named him Ganderpup? I can see him chasing them off. In public parks here, we have companies who bring in dogs to keep the geese from nesting. Ah, but when you live under the flyway, you get thousands a night. The Ganderpup would be in heaven!