I was driving east late the other afternoon. Up above me was a very, very large formation of geese. They were flying north. Silly gooses. Miles later, another quite large formation of geese appeared, flying south. Miles on down the road, and now toward dusk, I observed several small formations flying hither & thither. They all seemed to be close to the same altitude as each other, passing closely as they went on their ways.
I wonder if they talked to each other. Did the head goose ask the oncoming head goose about turbulence? Did the geese honk jokes as they passed?
And then, as the sun set, I saw two geese flying all by themselves. It kind of made me sad. Couldn't they keep up? Where would they end up that night?
Three days later it's 9ยบ and bitterly WINDY outside; I'm thinking maybe all those silly gooses knew something I did not, and perhaps they are better off for having scattered to the ends of the Kansas earth.
