Bull Moose

Bull Moose I was sitting on a rock out near Cripple Creek Panties at my ankles, I had to take a leak He sauntered out beneath a tree Stopped and simply looked at me Old grey legs, a lengthy beard Eight foot tall he had appeared Shoulder, hump and head held high Antlers reaching to the sky No pack of wolves, no big bad bear This guy attacked, they wouldn’t dare For with his rack and slashing hooves This forest beast had deadly moves But getting back to what I did Wet panties up my legs I slid Off the rock so quick I ran Friends all giving me a hand I laughed and cried once in the car This memory a lasting scar For friends told friends and they told friends And round and round it never ends So if you’re up on Cripple Creek And find yourself a need to leak Leak with caution - be aware This old Bull Moose still lives up there Uncle Mike True story I believe. There was a picture of a moose on facebook along with a description of its size and actions. One comment was from a female friend of the poster about her encounter. I put the two together as a poem.