Dante's Divine Geese

[lacyunderall]

The geese, ahhh, the geese. I do not know what flavor they are, where they hail from, why they exist. I *could* look up why they do what they do, a scientific explanation, but I've formulated my own: they are extremely stupid.

They thunder off en masse, forming a glorious V, as if with a purpose. They start off strong, but their will tapers somewhere between here and a corn field. I see the V splinter off into factions, they all lose speed and lazily turn the once resplendent V back towards the lake, hopelessly fractured into loose groups of dissidents, who land back on the lake and resume the day. The day? Sleep, interrupted by occasional blasts of take-off to another part of the lake, then wandering about pooping and swimming and pecking and standing on one leg, then...the humping. The humping. It goes on and on, a Caligula feast of carnal jizz-flinging. Squawking, fighting, posturing, tails in the air, the ganders looking confused and dissatisfied.

Fawn Lake a/k/a The Riviera for geese

The screen is there for my safety. They've been eyeballin' me.


Fawn Lake a/k/a The First, Second or Seventh Circle of Hell for humans

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[lacyunderall.livejournal.com]

heh, sadly, i think i already am.