Wild 🤪 Goose Chase

Wildly, he chased the geese up the hill,

they bustled and set off in flight.

He looked on, as if he still might

have a chance at catching just one.

No clues or anything could be caught,

but, alas, one small goose feather fell.

It floated down and tickled his nose,

in that moment, the clue that was a feather,

was much much better,

than any vibrant rose.

Racking his brain for what it all meant,

he noticed that part of California was,

sadly, on fire,

how could four writers have prophesied that the state was soon to expire?

He then remembered the eyes… 👀

and looked outside of Vocal,

instead, he looked in a nearby pond’s reflection and felt a little loco.

The eyes of a fish bobbed by,

and he remembered the wild goose chase with a long hard sigh…

He refused to even wish for a wild fish swish because the water was rather cold…