LEFT ALONE

LEFT ALONE

 

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