Maine Moose
When it comes to a shape bizarre,
moose proudly hold their own
along with the camel, kangaroo, and platypus.
I’ve never seen one in the wild,
only in glossy magazines or nature
documentaries. And it’s just as well,
for I haven’t the stamina to tramp
Maine woods to catch a peek at one
nibbling plants in water belly-deep.
The bull, in particular, is huge
and its size contributes even more
to its uncomely appearance,
a bungled heap of incongruous
body parts of other animals:
mule-like ears, a camel-like muzzle,
a stubby neck and a fury clump
of skin dangling under its throat,
with a small abortive hump
just behind the nape,
and scrunched up shoulders –
a blind rush into a boulder
during a night rut? – with a rear
sheared off abruptly; and, finally,
a growth of massive antlers
(called a rack) that can extend
over six feet from tip to tip.
All in all, it is two tons of flesh
on the hoof, moving on four
spindly legs, the front longer
than the two behind. Yet those
who have seen it in the wild
prancing across a field say it has all
the grace of a ballerina "en pointe"*–
provided you ignore its true ugliness
with an imagination powerful
enough to be deceived.
*On her toes.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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