Being pest like and violent

Dancing around in a circle, a mischief circle like a group of cultist.
Plotting their next attack with sounds misplaced for ducks.

Adorable yet they hiss like a snake, ready to attack…

The man across the pond with his rifle stretched across his back. A seasoned veteran; he rocked on his chair.
Tooted his belly over to anybody walking by and asked them about their opinions on the Geese.

Every reply a moment to get away, because it was nothing of concern to anyone.

So then the Man’s satisfaction yearned being deeply troubled.

Like flies in mouse traps. Sated across the back like chickens because they cant fly physically but spiritually they did.

Their bodies vanished without a second to think.
Perhaps the Geese ate more than they could chew but the main man came for the full course.

Conclusion today…A
“Goose game.•”