Friday, December 30, 2005

On my way to work, on Central Park North, there was some poor goose that had somehow leapt the wall and was now walking along the sidewalk. I tried to take some pictures of the bewildered and incongruous beast – nothing good, couldn't get one where it faced me. I had some imbecilic thought that it would be oh so clever to have a picture of a goose scrutinizing a fire hydrant, a goose waiting for the light to change. I wondered, too, what would become of this thing, if it would find its way back to the safe, grassy shores of the Meer.

It walked out into the street.

A bus pulled to its stop then pulled away slowly, waiting for the goose to go. The driver gave a little honk. Eventually the goose was on the other side of the street, standing still as cars crept up and gingerly drove around.

Some guy walked out of a building on the north side and examined the scene sternly. He wore some kind of security guard uniform.

"Yo!" He shouted at the goose. "Nigga betta get outta da street!"

1 comment:

Sneezer 3000 said...

What appropriate commentary for Martin Luther King Jr. Day!