A baby moose is still a big creature
And how this one found me I do not know
But he looks at me with his big droopy eyes
And, motherless being, I know I must take him in
He follows me around the house like a puppy
A puppy the size of a Great Dane
Scared, he tries to hide under the coffee table
His head barely fits in the small space
When I wake I wonder, Why a moose?
When did I become the caretaker of woodland creatures?
Is it emblematic of the size of the challenges I nurture?
Or am I supposed to learn to welcome strangers into my life?