Squawk

You hear them first,
Be it day or night,
That squark we all know so well,
Flying south in formation,
But wait ....... why are some flying the other way?,
Where are they going?,
Are they lost or confused?,
I'm sure they will sort themselves out.

Yet more squarking,
It's a sound I hate at this time of the year,
For when geese fly south,
Winter is to near,
The cold the rain the snow, 
And i prey for summer.