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I go for my gun and shoot it into the sky which usually sends them
scattering like a bunch of scaredy cats but it's a black geese battle
right on the mouth of the pond with as ill-tempered a crowd of fowl
as I've ever seen in the midst of war and I have seen many wars in
my day because my day is long as the sky is wide and I don't fart
around when it comes to violence because I've always considered
myself a peace maker and I know the difference between peace
and war better than anybody.

It's looking like the ravens are winning which makes me glad because
maybe they'll kick goose butt so good it will never come back but that's
a far hope in an uncertain future that I can't see into though I'd like to
find out if these freaking geese will ever stop haunting me with their
insane gaggles like my lawn is a party room in birdville or something
wild as that though probably that thought isn't far from their beady little
minds if they really do have minds which is not a proven fact and one I
can attest my doubt to.

The ravens are the victors and there are some casualties and no deaths
and everyone flies off their own separate ways though I notice the geese
stay together as usual because geese are that way with each other and
don't like to leave each other in the lurch which would be a comforting
and forgiving thought to me if I didn't hate the damned things so much
and hope they never come back.