A New Bull Moose

We had a new bull moose go by

with two six-inch pegs on his head.

It was six o’clock. I was up early.

He chomped the tops of my raspberry cane.

Twigs and all they went down, grateful.

I was proud to have set them.

What an exquisite, lumbering gait!

Smooth and slow, potentially fast,

his great rear end pushing things along,

as his father’s had, and his father’s father's—

all the sweet world that went before him,

and now under, and also through,

all of a piece it was for this animal.

God bless the moose! 

May he be here eons!

May he find so splendid a cow!