Oh! To be that Canada goose,
And see through those geese eyes
That patchwork carpet below arrayed,
All Nature’s vainglorious color displayed,
As I fly through blue-grey October skies.

Ah! To be that white-tailed deer,
Who browses ‘mongst the elms and pines,
And walks the tumbled-down rock fence lines,
As I bid the first snowflake “Appear!”.

Ho! To be that fox of the glen,
Seeking all manner of food and forage
To fatten his flanks with winter storage,
When the drifting snows will surround my den.

Alas! To be that little boy,
Raking leaf piles, carving pumpkins,
Stuffing a scarecrow country bumpkin,
Breathless with Halloween joy.

-Paz