Canadian geese were majestic,
A rare and soaring sight.
Filling the sky with mellifluous calls,
Perfect soldierly “V” in their flight.
But that was 60 years ago.
Why still protect this species?
Now you find them everywhere,
Littering spaces with feces.
Mr. Winick fell in love with the poetry of Langston Hughes at age 14, but only recently began writing poetry, at nearly age 65, after concluding a long career as an attorney. Several dozen of his poems have appeared in or been selected by various literary journals.