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.
