Christmas Goose
A chevron of geese feather the gray sky,
trumpeting winter’s frigid love song,
circling the hunter’s watchful eye.
A chevron of geese feather the gray sky.
Below, unseen, unheard- the hunter’s sigh.
His Christmas bounty arrives in throngs
A chevron of geese feather the gray sky,
trumpeting winter’s frigid love song.
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