The ways of geese

It was a motley

group of geese

circling over the

Kaw River Bridge.

A few high,

a few low,

a straggler,

then two.

Round and round,

a misshapen loop,

as if no one was prepared

to lead.

Then with no command

that I could hear

from down on the ground

they formed up a V

and headed upriver.