The Bewigged Goose

What moves a man
to bewig a goose?
Sense of the absurd
Musings that this fowl
would be less foul
leading our nation
Having lived simply
off the land
Glad in its avian way
for sunshine on feathers
Soft grass beneath
webbed feet
Cool pond water on
a dry throat
Its honks befitting
its position
harming no one
It sits waiting
silent, trusting
Against a shirt
blue as sky.