The goose looked up
at the big wizard
through star shaped glasses,
the pink hat had fallen off,
dang she thought.
This will take a bit to undo this,
he always thinks he has me,
she chuckled.
At that point the goose started to move,
forward, backward, side to side,
the tapping of webbed feet,
she clucked in the special goose language
she knew, taught by the elders to her.
Continuing to watch him,
her beak turned up on the edges,
the big wizard wasn't paying attention,
he was too busy with that parrot.
She took a deep breath
then let out a big squawk
as her shape changed,
back to herself again.
Picking up her hat,
placing it on her head
she turned to the big wizard,
eyes twinkling
giving him a big smile and laughed
saying to him,
"what's a dance without a little charm."