We have a pair of geese

Maybe they will nest on the banks of the river.

But on this first wet morning

They are taking turns eating

The newly green grass.

While one eats the other looks out.

And I know personally

Of this tender exchange of duty…

Having an older mate

I am so much more aware

Of what might befall him.

But is this sense of peril…healthy?

My animal self won’t listen to reason

It’s determined to protect what it loves

Come what may.