Geese are plucked as long as they have feathers.
When the fox preaches, look to the geese.
Fat geese don't fly far.
When the fox preaches, look to your geese.
He who wants to catch foxes must hunt with geese.
When a fox preaches, take care of your geese.
I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, ' .’ It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.
Getting up too early is a vice habitual in horned owls, stars, geese, and freight trains. Some hunters acquire it from geese, and some coffee pots from hunters.
Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning." "Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?" "I don't see why not. Everything can be. I...
Jiji: [On her way to deliver a toy cat, geese warn Kiki about a gust of wind; both Kiki and Jiji are caught in it and accidentally lose the cage in the forest after unintentionally agitating a crow] That was your fault. The geese were kind enough to ...
Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.
It is not that the French are not profound, but they all express themselves so well that we are led to take their geese for swans.
I'm crazy about ducks and swans and geese, so I don't eat foie gras. I try to eat organic.
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
Stare at him," said Ghost. "They won't bite you if you keep staring at them." Steve backed away. "They bite?" Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you happen to be standing on the edge of a cliff. I hea...
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhi...
The sidewalks flash silver with mica. Skyline smeared with geese. By way of recognition I lost the sound of your voice.
...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
If you want to save a species, simply decide to eat it. Then it will be managed - like chickens, like turkeys, like deer, like Canadian geese.
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.
