Geese on the Pond

A pair of geese,

Mates for life,

Have nested on the bank of the pond.

Although people come near

And dogs and coyotes

Roam freely in these

Hills and woods,

They are not deterred.

They alternate sitting on the nest,

Each one taking a turn

To paddle on the glassy surface,

An ever-widening “v”

Following its wake.

The days that follow are too long.

The predators too hungry.

Before life can come to the full

The nest is breached.

The pair,

Unaffected by sorrow,

Rise together,

Flying off into the blue expanse

That seems endless.

Today's prompt was to write a sad poem.