I saw a goose alone in a pond;
The morning fog settled 'round him.
One more night survived on his own
The promise of dawn ever so dim.

A lame wing was his wicked ailment;
Forever stuck in this place.
Unable to fly with the flock he so loved,
But a different story told on his face.

A stern embrace of his abnormality
Gave him the look of a royal Swan.
Not fearing the lonely life of an outcast,
But sanguine with each new dawn.