A Diamond of a Goose Hiding About the Cattails

O, here comes…. here comes….

Look at this pigeon-toed-webbing Picasso of a gander!

Ha!

Hear him in his raspy calling out for a mate!

What a pretentious hunk

strutting with that modern polka-dot dressage about his wings.

And what a lame gaggle of empty-headed

goslings! Such confidence in their vogue as they

waddle seductively, yet cautiously,

as they are not without the grip of gravity hanging from their hems.

Oh, my, my. See this?

I just know that one there

is much older than I! Hmph!

The hide from a rare fuchsia rabbit hangs about her neck. Oh!

Oh, I will not blush at her indiscretion!

Such a crowd of vibrant interns huddle under this gentleman’s chauvinistic bill -

(and I wonder how it would be?) -

but I will not permit myself

to trespass upon another’s adventure to find their one true mate.

I will not let a wicked curiosity catch scent of his glands.

Ha! Mindless me! Lost in such fantasies!

For whatever would a male of such prestige like he

ever want with a poor, gray Anser like me anyhow?

The drab smog-colored plaid lines that lay upon

my too-small leather wings

are a nuisance beside the glamor he adores.

And what a humorous itch would claw at his throat

if he were double-bird-dared to glance above my misshapen neck and see!

I accept that my enlarged aquamarine sight orbs

are nothing to fancy.

But, wait!

Has my secret prospect just made a bobble my way?

My way?

There’s no way! Though,

dear! His dance! Oh, how that gander’s erratic beckoning

ticks about in my pulse!

Slowly backing himself into the nearby pond, enticing me to follow.

Gosh!

Cover your ears to the distasteful honks thrown at my traveling back,

as those envious gals

gossip in confusion amongst themselves.

Yes, even I am a tad miffed at this new partnership.

At last!

He cackles loud and proud for me! FOR ME!

The see saw of his neck frantically dipping from north to south,

in haste for my approval.

A spirited imp born from a lovestruck crush

erupts from under my feathered coat

as I awkwardly, uninhibitedly, and unashamedly

partner with this stud.

O, here comes.... a quackademic to my love life!