With a honk, I hear the geese

As they fly off in their release

The cool winter breezes

Gives me a sight that pleases

As I watch them in flight

Seeking their rest for the night

It’s a familiar sort of sight

Watching the geese take flight

The stay through the winter’s cold

Honking at intruders as they scold

Telling us we are too close to their nest

Warning us that they are in need of rest

Some say this makes them into a pest

I smile and remind them, we are their guests