The goose flew by and jarred my mind
What was the life he left behind?
A distant lake that caught his eye
But who needs home if you can fly?
You're free to go from place to place
And leave but ripples as a trace
To spread out like a ghost's canoe
And then they're gone the same as you
Do you remember where you've been?
The little families you begin?
Or do you soar without a care
For little goslings everywhere
The world seems small to such as you
Who fly above our earthbound view
But we who linger in the ponds
Can make a nest here in the fronds
We'll never soar close to the sun
We've little dreams and not much fun
But as you pass us overhead
Do you wish you'd stayed instead?
( A continuation of: The Crow. Don't ask me; I just start typing)