We have been dealing with a phenomenon here
With migrating snow geese not knowing where they’re going
They fly by the hundreds layered in the sky, tier by tier
Coming south one day, north the next, white bellies showing
Some think they’re looking for water to land on
Some say they can’t decide if winter’s through
Whatever the reasons, I love their honking songs
And water snake writhings through the blue sky, too
Tam Raynor
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