The Moose At the Door

THE MOOSE AT THE DOOR In Fairbanks Winter days are bitter Nights are deadly frigid Tires are square Breath freezes into icy scarves Auto grills spew plugs like old TVs In Fairbanks In the dead of winter Alaska winter tears the green Out of the trees Brittle cold conquers the land And moose Deadly dangerous Desperate to feed their young Beg at the door Like raging Buddhist monks with rice bowls