A gaggle of geese: winged beautys traversing the air in a bevy of beauty without any care.
Gliding softly in unison around the tall trees.
In one accord bowing their wings, seemingly touching, maintaining a symetry like a multi-winged parachute, tilting and leaning with the wind.
Brown feathers edged in black are nature's cue that these owners of the sky are as comfortable there as humans are with two feet planted firmly on the ground.
Their mission, unclear to me, looming in front of them like an ocean wave, came to them as clearly as their existance.
Stealthily sliding into the pasture in precision formation, all eyes are on the air show.
A sight of beauty as fleeting as the moment, gone as quickly and precisely as the geese could land.
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