Geese

Feathers wild

Presence known

Quacking feet

No need for phones

Here they come!

Honks preside over all sounds

You can hear them from miles around

Often with bread or seeds in their mouths

“Got Any Grapes?” That look in their eyes

Beaks of steel with a murderous vibe

Here they come!

They are amazing pesticides used on French farms

Their poo is used as a natural fertiliser

But darn they are dramatic

Black and white

Brown and speckled

Tall and proud

Always brave forever loud

Living large in my brain

Binary free

With multiple names

I am Goose.