Watching the melting snow,

I see foot prints onward go…

It looks like deer

But see here,

Those are webbed feet impressions, you know!

Momma goose, or maybe the gander,

Took time in the day to wander…

Away from the pond

To farther beyond,

Searching for grass by meander?

The tracks went only one way

But the gate was open all day…

Maybe Momma decided

She was sore-sided

And returned another way!


–Jonathan Caswell


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