The Guard wants to close Gates,
But geese and their younger mates…
At feeding frenzied rates.
AHA! they’ve suddenly swarmed,
Inside as if warned…
It’s growing dark
And time to park
In the pond before predators swarm!
The gates are closed at last,
Despite flock-sized droppings cast…
He watched his stepping
By careful schlepping,
So his shoes wouldn’t stick fast!