The Geese

The Geese

Perhaps the warm day
made them restless,
or pushed them
to pretend
that it was spring.
They whooshed over the house
from one direction,
then buzzed it again
from another.
Perhaps one of them
remembered a river
or creek
which had yielded
particularly tasty grass
or worms
and the house was en route.
Perhaps another was restless,
and twerking (goosing?) humans
helped her believe
that the air would still lift her
in March,

Perhaps a third one
found pleasure
in throwing her wings
into the sky
and skimming a roof
where no one told her
to go.