If you know this guy, then you also know fear,
The park is his, don’t draw near.

It's really not hard to scare them off, it's just not what you do for mammals.

For birds you want to get low and stretch your arms out like a wingspan, if you have an unzipped coat use it as a cape.

Then just have the confidence to run face first a couple steps at the goose.

Geese don't give a shit about tall narrow things, but take on the posture of an angry goose, and suddenly being 10x their size matters.

My childhood home was a migration stop, so we'd just randomly wake up to like a hundred geese in the backyard a couple times a year. It's always been weird seeing people on the internet who never figured out how to deal with them.

If an animal isn't afraid of humans, just don't act like a human. Act like what the animal is actually afraid of.

Thanks friend. You’re correct in that many people don’t know how to deal with geese.

I post more complete poems on another venue, this was the version that would have explained it more on your terms.

The Park is His.

If you know this guy, then you also know fear,
The park is his, don’t draw near.
I warned my wife, but she walked right by,
And actually dared to stare him in the eye.

You and I know if you stare this one in the eye,
The good times end quickly, he’s always ready for a fight.
His neck dropped low, his wings spread wide:
That wasn’t a bird—it was feathered homicide.

My wife turned, thinking, Time to run,
And instantly the goose thought, How Fun!
I saw him change and shouted to my wife, “STOP!”
One wrong move and the goose hammer drops.

Then I turned around. Now eye met eye.
His message was clear—and, friend, so was mine.
Something passed between us, silent but true:

“Huge goose, though you may be,
I’ve eaten goat stew.
Now just imagine
what I might do to you.”