POEM: Snow Birds

Don’t let the snowbirds get your goose.

They’re older now and have some feathers coming loose.

They dart and dash from lane to lane,

Screech to stops then surge again,

Giving locals rectal pain.

But, before your frustration turns to rage,

Let’s turn ahead in time the page,

When you too are an older goose,

And have some feathers coming loose!

TOM KANE

Coeur d’Alene