Yesterday I saw a flock of Canada geese,

Flying over the ice-caked, snow-frosted lake,

A few had stopped to investigate.

They perched below

On the wind-sculpted snow

Commenting  ’bout their fate.

The flock circled above in travel formation

While the landed birds debated.

“Should we wait for spring

To do our thing?

Though it’s kinda cold

For a mating…?”

Then from up in the sky

Came a honking cry

“There’s a river just ahead

And there’s water running

With foliage for funning

Let us all go there instead!”