The Silver Goose

The silver goose

Was never touched

The golden goose

Had half the town

Stuck to it

But the silver goose

Though valuable

Was left alone

A silver goose

Cannot be stuck to

And in fact

It’s cold to the touch

Someone will try

To pet a silver goose

And yank their hand away

Shocked by the chill

Of the silvery feathers

The silver goose

Was the favorite

Of the queen

Who was never so foolish
As to chase after

Anything gold

She much preferred

The shine of silver

And she wore

Special gloves

So that she could pet

The silver goose

And never worry
About the frost

Forming

At her fingertips

One day, the queen

Took her silver goose

To the spot

Where the sun

Shone most brightly

To see if she could

Warm the goose up
A little bit

Thereby making it

Easier to pet

Without gloves

Since the queen was tiring

Of always wearing

Something on her hands

Especially in the summer

When everyone was warm

But the silver goose

When the queen and the goose

Got to the spot

Where the sun beat down

So strongly

That the spot was too hot

To get very close to

The queen put the goose down

And sent it waddling

Into the heat

Part of her was worried

That the heat

Would hurt the goose

Because you should never

Let a goose go in the heat

Or put any animal

In danger

The silver goose walked under the sun

And when it got there

The sun asked the goose

If it would like to be

Warmer than it is

The silver goose thought about it

And thought about the queen

Who hated wearing gloves

And very much wanted

A goose she could pet

With her bare hand

But the goose also knew

That every goose

Has something about them

That makes them imperfect

And without the silver chill

The silver goose would be perfect

And so, it would be imperfect

At the very same time

That was too much

For the silver goose

To think about

So it came up

With a solution

And asked the sun

If it could make

A different sort of change

The sun agreed

And when the goose

Waddled back

To the queen

It was still silver

But the queen could see

That it was no longer

Cold

She was so excited

She scooped the goose up

In her arms

And pressed her face

Against its feathers

So happy

That she could finally

Embrace

Her favorite pet

But when she went

To pull her face away

She found that it was stuck

To the now sticky silver

The goose was so pleased

Now it was just the same

As the golden goose

Who everybody

Was always chasing after

And while the queen cried

And pried at the silver goose

Trying to get it away

From her face

The goose felt very proud of itself

For coming up

With such

A wonderful

Happy

Ending