Moose by Leonard M Hawkes(1)
Perhaps in innocence,
Foolishness, or curiosity,
Tranquilly he lingered
Beside the road:
Satisfying foreigners'
Unsated search
For the wild.
(2)
Resolutely you swam
Through the drifts;
Winter no more threat
Than summer's sun;
Gracefully secure
In all seasons:
An unquestioned queen.
(3)
In enviable majesty
I graze the flowery marsh
Of the outlet.
Immense, yet fleet
As a charger;
The solitary master
Of the mountain. 10/20/2003
Author's Note: Three scenes
Posted on 10/21/2003 Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
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