Gray mama goose
in a tizzy,
honk-honk-honking herself dizzy,
can't find her gosling,
she's honking and running,
webbed feet slappipg,
all wild waddle,
her feathers a muddle,
splashing through puddles,
wings flapping....
Ah,
there's her gold baby,
all fuzz,
napping.
-Julie Larios