On a scrap of hand made paper,

Embossed with a remnant of a hand made doily,

I record the feathers of the day:

A goose quite loud, and very proud…strutted around for all to see,

While from the woods, shielded in shade a hoot was heard.

Both had their say –

Be whoooo ever you are,

However you are,

Wherever you are.

You can not be me, but neither can I be you.