There’s a loon where I goose

There’s a goose where I work that’s all alone. His flock left him and today he sat at the bottom of the driveway when we pulled up to the house in our pick-up truck. He didn’t move his feet but his neck quivered a bit and we said please mother goose let us pass, and he moved over. We said goodbye on our way out. He has gray hair and moves slow, he might even have a limp. He was peck peckin on the ground, like a loon, that goose. Don’t worry, I’ll say hi for you tomorrow.