Moose in the Grand Tetons

Grazing, the moose coaxes the grass,
tenderly pushing it with her muzzle,
as we watch from beyond,
the trees resting their shadow against her back.
Her eyes tell of the mountains
and what lies there,
and how she’ll able along the
sun-crested pond with her calf, swimming
through the singing lilies,
how she’ll canter through the thundering woods,
leaving the wind behind her,
how she’ll write her name in her footprint.
She nods her head elegantly as her coat
captures the sunshine.
As an RV pulls up, she dashes away,
rustling the flowers awake, and she vanishes
into her refuge, the mountains,
while her vivid shadow soars
through the leaves, shaking
their limbs, and she shows the moon
where to climb.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.