Nature Genre Poetry contest entry
|We watched the goslings hatch and grow
Three families in the pond.
They overstayed the welcome though
And we became less fond.
Less fond of their ceaseless chatter.
Less fond of the mess they were making.
Less fond of their organic matter.
Less fond of sudden braking.
And then one day they went too far,
My little daughter’s lunch! -
They knocked her down beside the car
This thieving, feathered bunch.
I knew not how to make them leave,
To shoo them from our docks.
I never thought I’d ever be
Rescued by a fox!
Each early morn, the fox would come
And set the geese to squawking,
And I would curse the noise it caused,
This early morning stalking.
And then one day, with swift dispatch
The fox became a winner
Feathers flew, then down the hatch
That goose was fox’s dinner.
Oh, crafty fox, you made a mess
Of feathers everywhere!
The goosey flock, in sheer distress,
Took honking to the air.
They’ve flown away and not returned,
How peaceful life became.
Unending thanks that fox has earned
And this poetic fame.
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