A Goose Goes
Fleeing
Towards the sun
Gravitating gracelessly
In abandon
To reach south
As the cold bore on
Nipping at the ends of
Black, blue, red, yellow
Feathers
Winter brings
Change and travel
And Despite,
Ruffled feathers
And chilled beaks
A goose goes
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