the dregs

a gentle spirit met
the goose who laid the golden egg
try as she tried to repair and alter
the goose could do nothing but
ponder her falter
and could not fly from
the pond
yet was so fond
of the visits of the spirit
and the readings on her palm
never to fear it
oh but to hear it!
that boisterous prophet again
that happy go lucky friend
days went by then weeks
the spirit had gone with a seek
the goose cried and cried to
be left in the dregs
when the duck said
don’t you worry-she’ll
be back for the egg.