poised like a ballerina
daintily crops around
its single mudguard foot
hops aside briefly
when a two-legged goose curses,
then hops back, head down
still munching.
The one-legged goose knows
what the two-legged geese will never know:
that grass still tastes the same
on one leg or two
that when the worst happens
you keep your head down
you learn to hop
you keep munching.
by Jane Jacques
Words In Motion 2014
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