Yesterday morning, as I stood outside on my deck
enjoying the blushing sunrise, a chevron of Canada geese overflew me less than
a stone’s throw above. The geese, about
fifteen of them, were silent, save the whisking cuts of their wings. About a quarter-minute later, a single goose
came chasing after, honking incessantly.
Watching the single goose noisily flap on, I thought: “There
I am.”
--Mitchell Hegman
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