Geese at Sunset

The last hour of daylight, everyday,
massive flocks of geese fly directly over my house
in and endless stream, returning to the river,
squawking incessantly as they go.

You can hear a popping noise
as they twist and turn,
dumping air from beneath their wings.

Now and then a V of ten to twenty geese
will float overhead without making a sound.

Out over the river
the geese move in unison
like large flocks of grackles
looking for somewhere to land.

Along the river the sound is deafening.

Even with the house closed up for the winter
you can hear them through the walls
though they’re a few hundred yards away.

A walk along the river will make your ears ring
and conversation is impossible.

I love this stuff.

This Post Has 5 Comments

    1. Thanks Pam. I tried to get a picture of them going overhead, but with the low light and a point and shoot camera they’re just a bunch of blurs. I should have recorded the sounds.

  1. Very nice, indeed. Nice verse, nice image. Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thanks Mike. I considered leaving that last line out, but then that’s me. City boy gone semi country. Never ending fascination with what’s around me. When I was a kid, I never thought I would be doing this.

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