Resurrection
Mollie pulled me into a yard and there, was the dead goose.
A small Canada Goose, on its back.
It looked whole except perhaps a small spot of red on the breast.
Not a feather out of place, it could have been asleep if geese slept on their backs.
As I pulled the dog away, I thought of the mystery of its appearance.
Collision? Bird flu?
Crows cawed noisily in a tree overhead.
Looking up and there was the Bald Eagle.
We moved towards it.
The eagle dropped out of the tree, swooped overhead and flew off to the east.
Mystery solved.
Half an hour later and the goose was gone.