She screams in tangled fury, wings beating against the bitter brush
Her gosling trapped in brickle-barred hold
Father honks from the lake, ‘Faster, Faster, we mustn’t lose another.’
They had already lost one to a stray dog, another to the cold capricious weather
She smashes the sawgrass, hefting her weight into Patterson Island
As her children (safe) sound fear trumpets from the bullrushes
‘Faster, Momma. Faster…’
Her youngling bleats in panic staccato as She bears down – smashing through the snares
Tearing her wings, her breast as only a Mother can
In endless declaration of love
Outlaw Poetry 