Canada geese are like the 12th century mongol hordes of the bird world. In my neighbourhood duck pond where I sometimes stop to feed the ducks there was one giant goose, hissing at me and hogging the crumbs I was throwing at the mallard pairs. Last night walking a path that follows our beautiful Ottawa River, we were doing the goose-poop dance to avoid the lumps of feces everywhere. Here’s hoping that one mate-less bird stays single. That tirade aside, your haiku is lovely!
I’ll think of something to say when I finish chuckling. Jam what once was wild into a neighborhood duck pond, feed and tame them some more, and what have you got? Shit on your shoes.
We humans are an odd species. The idea of taming the wild makes us feel special… for a while. Then we have to make them wild again to keep our shoes clean.
Canada geese are like the 12th century mongol hordes of the bird world. In my neighbourhood duck pond where I sometimes stop to feed the ducks there was one giant goose, hissing at me and hogging the crumbs I was throwing at the mallard pairs. Last night walking a path that follows our beautiful Ottawa River, we were doing the goose-poop dance to avoid the lumps of feces everywhere. Here’s hoping that one mate-less bird stays single. That tirade aside, your haiku is lovely!
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I’ll think of something to say when I finish chuckling. Jam what once was wild into a neighborhood duck pond, feed and tame them some more, and what have you got? Shit on your shoes.
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Perhaps if you didn’t feed them (which is illegal for a reason) they wouldn’t stay around long enough to make the mine field?
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We humans are an odd species. The idea of taming the wild makes us feel special… for a while. Then we have to make them wild again to keep our shoes clean.
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lol both responses so well said.
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