A Lone Goose

 

A lone goose frantically flew across the morning sky

loudly proclaiming its presence

and I wonder was it lost

or left behind as the flock flew South?

Was it banished for not being a team player,

for not pulling its own weight?

Maybe it was a rebel trying to start its own flock.

Maybe it decided not to go South this year.

Maybe it was just out exploring its surroundings, sightseeing.

Perhaps it was getting in a little exercise before the other geese were awake.

Maybe it was a forward scout plotting out a flight plan for the rest of the flock.

Maybe it’s just my mind overthinking things.

Maybe I really didn’t need that third cup of coffee.