Geese in Lake Merced taken by Prajanya Kannan
On the sunny mornings
As the breeze carries our strides
The colors of black and white wings
Seek the cool tides.
There are a lot of noises
Many characters involved
With far diverse voices
Destruction seems dissolved.
Clear, hard things stuck on the grass,
Too big to fit our mouths
Tasting like toxic brass
Maybe, it’s the industries’ wrath!
Nonetheless, we shed our poop
Only for humans to comment on
We use our beaks to peck at and swoop
As a call to clean nature’s lawn
As we try to munch on aquatic plants in the water bodies
We see more hard things but some end up in our direction
We don’t need one word “sorry”s
As much as a proper restoration!
As we swim through the waters,
Humans fish hard for us,
However, after eating, plastic inside their bodies shatters,
Karma is a plus!
The Roar 