goose

This morning on the radio,

they reviewed a survey where

Americans stated whether they

could beat a goose in a fight.

I wonder now.

Not so hard that it takes over my day.

But they walk by me as I sit on the steps to the lake,

honking and swaggering towards the water.

And I wonder.

Not so hard though,

because two of them are teaching 

their babies how to walk straight,

such fuzzy, yellow innocence.

I also wonder if I can still name my first dog Goose,

even though it was my ex-boyfriend’s idea.

I wonder what he would say if I did.

I wonder, too, if he would still name his dog Goose.

I wonder if people would ask me where I got the name and

I wonder if I’d tell them the truth.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Why I wonder would you want to beat a goose in a fight? I would much rather watch them on the river with their goslings. Isn’t it strange how the mind wanders from one thought to another? Nice bit of day dreaming here Annika. My mind wandered too. I don’t think I would nane anything Goose:) Have a good day.

Chris