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; And 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 am not the competition Seeking a mate, And continues browsing As if I weren’t there.