One lone goose
in the middle of the field
Their gaggle of kin
in the pond across the road
What are they doing out there
all by their lonesome
Did they find a good patch of worms
and stayed to gobble their fill
What good is grub
without a bud to share it with
Are they an introvert among extroverts
A wolf among sheep who needs time alone
Are geese like sheep
and families
Heads down, wandering around
Everyone feeling like the black one
Did they say the wrong thing
Refusing to fit in
Til the status quo of wobbly sqwaukers
left them behind.
Maybe they got lost
Lost in thought
Among the noise and crowd
Easy to do these days
Did they lose their phone
or wallet or glasses or keys
While crunching and twirling
through flowers and leaves
I hope they find what they are looking for
I hope they find their way home
It’s not very fun
to spend all your time alone