A Double Deuce of Goose

Just in case you didn't know...
this bird I will introduce.
A stately bird in black and white,
and it's called the Canadian Goose.

Most of the families headed to water,
but with this group I had a truce.
"Do you mind if I inch closer...
to shoot your family of goose?"

I hid behind a little tree,
of course...it was a Blue Spruce.
The goose dad, he seemed sluggish...
or was he just obtuse?

I tried to get the bird to move,
so I could get a shot of his caboose.
"C'mon, can't you do a twirl for me...
can't you just cut loose?"

The fowl...it had to have a name,
so I gave him the moniker Bruce.
The picture is up, the poem is written,
and now...I must vamoose.