“Something is a-foul
at the downtown waterfront!
I tell you, no word of a lie!
The geese are lined up in families!”
she says. with a sorrowful sigh!
“Geese are lying from shore to shore
Swans from pier to pier!
I wonder if I will ever see
the beach again this year?”
With a warning “Honk!” and
an offensive “Hiss” from its beak,
Let me tell you, foul communication is NOT
for the very meek!”
I love the regal beauty of bird
and their calls from distances away-
But, can I now ask you…What is making them stay?
A little less bird and a bit more beach
would satisfy me lots,
As opposed to this, The Season of Birds tying my stomach in knots!
Poem By Ingrid Exner, Poetry Half Marathon 2020