Canadian Moose

I didn’t expect to find a moose
on the busy streets of Montreal,
except on the backs of quarters,
but I sure as heck expected to
see a moose or two beneath a tree
way up in Nova Scotia deep in
the damp and northern forests,
lush with bracken ferns and thistle.
We walked for miles on end upon
a winding highland trail above
the sea whose waves did crash
on the cliffs below, but we saw no
moose, not even a calf traipsing in
the brush. Not until we just about
returned to our lonely car, did
we discover a cow and calf moose
with dark brown coats steaming
in cold yet delightfully fragrant air
while munching calmly on salty grass.
By Richard F. Fleck