Strolling hand in hand

I felt your feathers intertwined with mine,

As we meander across lines

Yellow and white

Dotted and solid.

We don’t care about the world,

We’ve got our love to keep us warm.

Even if those are cars honking at us,

Even if this is a busy road,

Even though we’re geese.

Honk.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bloody geese stopped traffic this morning, they really did look like a couple.