LEFT ALONE
On a cold November afternoon,
Momma goose with the broken wing…
Wandered around down by the pond
Remembering everything.
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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.
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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
