Saturday, December 31, 2005

Ode to a fallen goose . . .

Tragedy in the Snow

by Agnes Eva

snow was falling
when the goose
found his mate
just after the gunshot
resounded in the ice-coloured sky
he stood beside her frozen wings

with wrath he quacked
spittle flying from his beak
but all around him
the unkind snowflakes fell
each unique as each blood droplet
blasted from his lover’s down

panting and footfalls
soon heralded
the hunter-murderers’ approach
with one last glossy glance
of rueful beady eye
the survivor trudged away

12/10/2002

Posted on 03/26/2003
Copyright © 2005 Agnes Eva

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