DARKNESS ON THE PARKING LOT…!
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Darkness overhead,
Geese walk home to grassy beds…
Scented air migrates.
–Jonathan Caswell
DARKNESS ON THE PARKING LOT…
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IT’S COME TO THIS:
IT’S COME TO THIS:
Night supervisor saw a sight,
Called me to see if ’twas right…
A dog and a man
Chasing geese as planned,
Into escape and flight.
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“No more Mr. Nice Guy,”
As with a German Shepherd they try…
Evacuating troops
Of geese and their poops,
While continuing to harass the lawn-care guys.
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Not all of us want to see them go,
But Corporate’s decided to not show…
Any mercy for wildlife
That causes any strife,
A World Headquarters must be nice, you know!
–Jonathan Caswell
THE MAILMAN NOTICED
THE MAILMAN NOTICED
The Thursday mailman took stock
Of our increasing flock…
Of summering geese
In their love feast,
An idea that does not shock.
–Jonathan Caswell
SIDEWALK ORNAMENTALS
SIDEWALK ORNAMENTALS
Little brown morsels on the walk,
As if where a goose might stalk…
Of a plant nature,
Pine cones–nomenclature–
Literally pushed off the stalk.
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Old pine cones make way for new,
I think they’re spruce, don’t you…
Smaller than pine
Seeds small and fine,
Lying there looking so blue.
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Maybe squirrel or bird trickle-down
In feeding threw them to ground…
They await a broom,
Detritus soon
Destined to be compost pile bound!
–Jonathan Caswell
AT THE APPLES AGAIN!
AT THE APPLES AGAIN!
Driving in to work today
I glanced at trees by the highway…..
Some geese were there
Enjoying the air,
Had they munched on those apples all day?
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The apples had fallen aground,
The geese seemed happy they found…
This new food source
Which I’d endorse,
Their method of recycling was sound.
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If some apples were in vinegar prep.,
The geese will have a “hic” in their step…
Don’t be a goose chider
If the mash turns to cider,
The poor birds need SOMETHING for pep!
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The Momma goose with the broken wing,
Couldn’t fly, so missed the whole thing…
The gate was closed
As one supposed,
The day after Thanksgiving.
–Jonathan Caswell
FALLEN APPLE CUISINE
FALLEN APPLE CUISINE
I watched a family gather
The apples under a tree…
At my Pastor’s house I wondered
If that would do for me.
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One wouldn’t eat them straight off the ground,
But want to wash them first…
Sweet cider would be nice around
For an overwhelming thirst.
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Pies made with some crabapple
Are sweet with just enough tart…
My mother’s pie crust would hold it quite well,
For her, pie crust was an art.
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This year, only the geese indulge
In fallen apples by the road…
For them it is an annual ritual,
Traveling energy being stowed!
–Jonathan Caswell
DOUGLAS AT NIGHT
DOUGLAS AT NIGHT
I walked through Douglas last night,
A darkened stroll in varied light…
Beheld those dam lights*
To guide goose flights,
The swans were beyond my sight.
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Walking alone in the dark,
My work bag got heavier as I walked…
Its shoulder strap
Gratefully intact,
On alternating shoulders it parked.
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Was grateful for passing cars,
I could see down the road far…
To avoid branches snapped
Or by a vine wrapped,
Waking on cement or tar.
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The Mumford gurgled peacefully,
As the lights of town I see…
Over a stone bridge
Paced slackened a smidge,
It was a long walk for me!
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The grade up twisting North Street,
Reminded of my old Health Aide beat…
Hayward Landing, I was sure,
Was just as secure:
Living there would have been a treat.
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Passed an darkened police cruiser where
I quietly passed who was there…
And went on my way
Without delay,
Enjoying warm night air.
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Couldn’t see lights of home through the trees,
‘Til I rounded the corner and eased…
Onto the driveway
Where I started my day,
I hoped my shop’s bill wouldn’t quease!
–Jonathan Caswell
*See my poem, LANDING LIGHTS????, posted July 2, 2013.
“SCHEDULUS INTERRUPTUS”
“SCHEDULOUS INTERRUPTUS”
The Guard wants to close Gates,
But geese and their younger mates…
Are wandering
And pondering
At feeding frenzied rates.
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AHA! they’ve suddenly swarmed,
Inside as if warned…
It’s growing dark
And time to park
In the pond before predators swarm!
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The gates are closed at last,
Despite flock-sized droppings cast…
He watched his stepping
By careful schlepping,
So his shoes wouldn’t stick fast!
–Jonathan Caswell
FEELS LIKE DECEMBER
FEELS LIKE DECEMBER
At thirty-one, farenheit,
The skunk smells are no more…
Each one must have found a place to stay
And food sources nearby in store.
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The geese in the pond are mighty few,
It may ice up overnight…
There’ll be less deposits on the walk
To clean up at morning light.
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Snow in the midwest may come our way,
Perhaps some by this weekend…
The ski resorts could use revenue
Cold weather’s a snowmaker’s friend.
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A little mouse ran out across my path
Under our canopied walk…
Would he say, “it’s too darn cold for me”
If he were allowed to talk?
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He beelined it for a bed of dry leaves
Near bushes where he could be warm…
His worms must’ve retreated when it got colder,
Like him, they want to ride out the storm.
–Jonathan Caswell
CASES OF (GOOSE) REPELLENT
CASES OF (GOOSE) REPELLENT,
Alternative lyrics to that classic folk tune,
“Grandma’s in the Cellar,” as sung by Lisa Loeb.
Cases of repellent
From bio-chemical talent,
Basting grasses with nasty-tasting spray…
(HONK, HONK!)
Hordes of geese our sidewalks pooping
Aren’t conducive to poop scooping,
What a broom and real hot water cleans away!
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NASTY GEESE—BIG RELEASE!
It’s a problem for the public walking through…
But those anti-goose talents
Make foul-tasting repellents,
So the chore of cleaning sidewalks may be through!
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Company tried imitation
Coyotes stationed
At fixed points trying to scare geese away…
(HONK, HONK!)
But the old geese soon saw through
That subterfuge too,
In a week the “faux furs” had nought to say!
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NASTY GEESE—-BIG RELEASE!
It’s a problem for the public walking through…
But with anti-goose talent
Making foul-taste repellent,
Maybe our goose problem will disappear too!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 