Sunday, August 15, 2021

Flight of the Mild Geese - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Mild Geese

 

The abbey geese, for reasons of their own

Waddled up from the pond and onto the lawn

To mingle with the habited brothers

After the midday Mass

 

Fr. R looked out, a bit cranky that day

And spoke with Benedictine clarity:

 

“White geese.”

 

“Black geese.”

 

“All geese.”

No comments: