Poem: Cranky Winged Defenders

the geese are angry
chase him from 
the parking lot
they're not to be crossed
this is their turf
never mind that
they are the squatters
like a squad
of elite warriors
patrol their territory
and don't invade
their space
the borders tend
to be flexible
with the seasons
you can lay siege
to their castle
and just stare at
each other
across an invisible
line.