Mark has finally found his way home, and he and Rusty are doing chores around the old homestead. Which means, Mark goes and meddles with what appears to be a wounded Canada goose.
Did the goose ask for assistance? I doubt it.
Is Mark intent on helping it (sort of a “pay it forward,” when Senora Momjeans helped him)? You bet!
And as an homage to an Irish Renaissance poet, Greek mythology, and classy types everywhere, CC’s bourbon babe, unbuckled has tweaked one of Mr. Yeats works:
Mark Trail and the Goose
A sudden blow: the gray wings beating still
Above the bellowing naturalist, his spit-curl tousled
By the sudden move, his arm tangled in its feet,
He falls boldfaced and helpless into the grass.
How can Mark’s perplexed pink fingers push
The Canada glory from his raspberry blouse?
And how can writer, laid by That Old Goose,
But feel the mad heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The LoFo cabin, the punching and the kicks,
And facial hair askew.
Being so knocked down,
So mastered by pissed-off waterfowl,
Did Mark put on the knowledge that it’s stupid
To try to talk sense into a crazy-ass goose?
(apologies to W. “B is for Boldfaced” Yeats)
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