Hour 5 – Moose

Moose

 

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?

 

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