Moose Encounter
Moose Encounter
In his element with eyes glaring,
The beast snorts out of his nostrils
Like a steam locomotive
All fired up, flaring!
On legs as high as my shoulders,
His front hooves paw the ground,
And the muscles flex
Beneath the thick, dark fur coat!
His head lowers,
Displaying a massive antler rack
(Swaying back and forth
With the bell almost touching the ground),
Preparing to do battle!
—I shudder and look to my escape.
Then, things turn for the better.
The bull moose realizes
I’m not the competition
Seeking a mate
And continues browsing
As if I weren’t there.
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