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On a cold November afternoon,

Momma goose with the broken wing…

Wandered around down by the pond

Remembering everything.

Her family had flown south

With the rest of the geese living there…

Momma goose with the broken wing,

Couldn’t fly or get in the air.

Sometimes one or two would stay,

The younger ones not full-grown…

But this year it seems she’s left with her dreams

To waddle through snow alone.


–Jonathan Caswell