Four in a row
oblivious
spurning
backs turned
orange beaks bowed
nibbling
One gazes
pondward
peaceful
Two of four
now aware
One sideways
glances
Another lines me up
in trigger hairs for attack
murmurs
hisses
Stretched
necks
One like a trick shooter
orange-eyes me
over its shoulder
Three
disdainfully walk
slowly
slowly
slowly
away
The fourth ducked
(or goosed?) down
the embankment
when I wasn't looking
The last in line
watchful head tilt
leaves one feather askew
warning
For me
one step too many
Two spin and web-foot
my way
ack-ack-ack-ack
hiss and fluff
staring me down
I walk
slowly
slowly
slowly
away
carrying digital geese
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