the man—white hair, red jacket—
in golf cart gleefully sweeping
the hillside, full speed
(full gaggle, the birds lift
from grass and sun-sparked water
hang just overhead, then wheel
away into the distance, raucous
indignant)
now driving my direction
he asks if I want some geese
*
still, I consider the pond’s ruffled surface
while the wind-fluffed sparrow, shrub-top
eyes me with suspicion
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I can picture this scene so vividly, Jennifer. I love that the geese lift “full gaggle.”
I saw a man on a golf cart shooing the geese from the grass by our riverside park. And I liked the sparrow eyeing you with suspicion. So judgmental. 🙂
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Thank you, Merril. I didn’t know shooing geese with a golf cart was a thing!
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I didn’t either! It’s a movement! 🙂
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There was a park in a Buffalo suburb that had a problem with hundreds of Canada geese making the meadow beside a pond their favorite place to spend the afternoon. The droppings were making a mess of the meadow, so the town acquired a border collie for the express purpose of keeping the meadow clear. It worked.
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A border collie seems a much more charming solution!
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Love this. Something I have never seen before ☺ made me smile…
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Thank you! Glad you smiled!
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