Duck, Duck, Goose

Twenty acre swamp
Two mallards and goose nearby
Seem strange company 

Why crowd, food abounds
Winter has not come with ice
Hiding tasty bites

Savor while you can
Tidbits under ripples brown
Surely winter comes 

Playing childrens games?
Duck, duck, and Canada Goose
Eat, rest, maybe stretch 

O ache of injured wing
Flight a long forgotten thing
Overhead, flocks fly. 

Flock of Canada geese, migrating southward on December 28

They lingered long but
Now they fly quickly southward
Away from hunger.

One who cannot join
In the rush, hopes for the best
And, just perhaps,  trusts

That lady who goes
walking by, a cup of corn
Needed, will supply.