I make it to the lake just in time

To see geese mating.

It’s not a pretty sight.

It’s not a pretty sound.

Unromantic quacks,

Flapping and splashing,

A clash between ganders,

Me, chuckling.

It looks like the female is swimming away,

But she can’t seem

To escape the gaggle.

A cacophonous tribunal

Then, “Hooray!”

Goslings will soon be on the way.

Then there’s you. Then there’s me.

I’m not sure either of us

Have the sense

The Good Lord gave the geese.

-jenn