When at last an ache of joint-swelling freeze crosses the line,
I shall fly as the snow goose, to warm, moist watery climes
then bow my weary head in grizzled grey grace to the sun.
I’ll waddle muck, then float, weightless on duckweed ponds.
I’ll enjoy each still dawn and sunset with other snowbirds,
creaks drowned with soothing menageries’ rise and lullaby.
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Kim says:
The challenge is to write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal. It should not be a whale, but another creature (mammal, fish, bird, insect, etc.) with which we have something in common. The title should be the animal thing, in the same way Marjorie Saiser chose ‘The Print the Whales Make’.