The guy from the hospital down the street had joined me last week on his way home after work. We both watched the geese children sitting on a rock in full view.
"Something is wrong," I told him. "The parents aren't there. The parents are always there and now they are not."
"Nah, they're fine," he assured me. "A guy from the New York Times went up on the roof to take a picture of them," he said.
But checking later, there was no article, no picture, no nothing.
Just the other day, rushing down after work and searching the tall grass of the First Avenue Serengeti, there they were. The whole family.
Mom and Dad standing guard on either side of their brood pecking at the garbage, the junk food, the bugs and anything else lying about. All was well.
But today, again rushing down after to work and searching the tall grass of the First Avenue Serengeti, there were no geese to be seen.
"Hey!" It was the guy from the hospital, on his way home.
"I'm looking for them. They were all there a couple of days ago. But now, I can't find them."
"They're Ok. They'll be back." he said as he headed uptown. "This is prime real estate."
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