My Childhood Crush

Not as gorgeous as swans
Boosting longer life to swans
Not born a beauty
Yet enjoy a beatific long life
With the help from humans
They appear peaceful and intact.
Perfect or not, every single geese
Unique in their own way
Express the felicity that surrounds them
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One came close, honking his joy,
I, five-year-old in pigtails
Shrilled with laughter
My hand outstretched
My childhood halcyon days
replete with geese and their pitter-patter
This one was no different
Waddling happily, no mal-intent, wanting
The cabbage my palm confiddently held.
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I have no fear of this majestic king
with plumage white and yellow
It has nibbled from my hand before
just two weeks ago in fact.
I prepared for the tingling
But got a snap,
An angry honk, and a sharp cry;
warm life liquid oozed forth
staining the cabbage, the mud, the memory.
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How an innocent honk
Sends shivers down my spine
The kingly goose reigns down again. Â
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