The goose in the High Park duck pond
All motley wattles, wandered plump and aimless
Into the pretty woods, away, away from the flock,
Webbed foot after webbed foot backwards-jointed,
Happily weird, possessed by his silly spirit waddle.
And I thought, having already chosen as my
Totem the Canada goose spreading his
Wings and splashing himself in the centre of the pond among
"Then who does this one represent?"
And pondering this I turned into the woods and left, this poem forming.
-- Stephen K. Roney