I goose-body tether-walk down garden-path
find picnic blooming pumpkins on picnic-mat
and ten thousand ways to dishat a man
my body plump with feathers and natural malice
and my beak a car’s horn of notice me notice
no geese allowed in the pub no geese allowed
I am a walking instability of kinetic energy
drawn to pull and do menial tasks I am not
meant to do I would be better if I were taller
or if I could human-speak and bring thoughts
into existence I mean when I say honk I mean
look at me when I say honk I mean give me
your flower-moment of half-interrupted conversation
I do not know why I do the things I do
aside from the fact that I do do them
so I find stealth-joy in the lake-bush of another
village-day-mind-set on streaking white
blazing trails through a town where no-one
knows me but everybody knows me I
honk to assert dominance over the
absurdity of my existence this tangled mess
of wet-beak and plump-pillow there are
no others like me here and so
I become one of them
and I press X to flap my wings
and I keep pressing X
but I cannot fly
so I am ground-bound
and I cannot fly geese-like into a setting-sun postcard

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

Inspired by Untitled Goose Game!