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Moose On a String

Dark shapes on the horizon pierce the edge; Morning's tenuous light painting the East. Brittle frosted grass crackle with each sledge; On the immutable path of these beast. A cow moose demurely leads the slow jaunt; The bereft bull's palms amble the same trail. With rut beginning, his slow chase will haunt, This lone burly female to no avail. As if tied on a string he keeps her pace; Raising his crowned antlers only to gaze. At formidable beauty his loins race; The sketch of her body lost in morn's haze. Just one interlude is all that he seeks; She slows in wait as his interest piques. 10/26/17

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 10/26/2017 10:09:00 PM

You have set a wonderful scene, beautifully penned. And got me a song in my head... "doing it like they do it on the discovery channel" :)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 10/27/2017 8:35:00 AM

Good luck in the contest, and not singing out loud in your meetings ;)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 10/27/2017 8:34:00 AM

Awesome! I wasn't sure whether or not to share that, gambled you wouldn't be insulted... Jackpot! Lol <3

Michael Vacek
Date: 10/27/2017 8:16:00 AM

Thanks again Maureen fro planting that jingle in my head...

Michael Vacek
Date: 10/27/2017 8:16:00 AM

and again

Michael Vacek
Date: 10/27/2017 8:14:00 AM

Thanks Mo...I'll be sitting in my meetings today humming that same tune...I came across two moose last week while in North Dakota scouting for geese and decided to write about them in John's 8 word challenge.