Wounded Wing
There is a goose out in the yard
whose life right now is kind of hard.
With injured wing, he’s struggling to fly
and all humans do is sit and wonder why
that bird is out there in THEIR yard.
It’s by a waterfront people!
That bird’s a waterfowl.
He’s out there for safety, shelter,
plants, seeds, and grasses- Food,
and not up to something foul.
Shame on all of you for being so callous, so subdued.
If you acted that way toward a human,
you'd be considered rude.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world
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