Young Moose
While camping at a forest campground along the Madison River,
I enjoy walking along the river at sunset .
It is quiet and only the fast flowing river is gurgling - the only sounds present. As I look for
signs of wildlife, I spotted a young moose in the distance. It had not noticed us, and Nikki and I sit quietly on the river bank and enjoy its presence.
The Moose
As
the sun sets in the West
I
walk down to the river
To
enjoy the quiet as dusk falls.
Puffy
clouds linger motionless in the sky
And
the raven comes to drink
At
the shore of the fast flowing river.
In
a distance, a moose quietly approaches the river
Grazing
on the new grass and the sprouting willows.
She
is small, maybe a juvenile that just left her mother
As
she prepares to have her next calf in the spring.
The
young moose is tentative, stepping here and there,
Drinking
from the water to quench her thirst.
What
will her life be?
She
is save here
Having
been born into the park,
Protected
from the fiercest predator
That
hunts with guns.
The
river flows in its eternal rhythm,
The
clouds turn pink in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Nikki
sits quietly on my lap as we enjoy the scene.
All
is still and my world is at peace.
Meggi Raeder, May 2018
Bakers Hole, Montana
Til next time,
Meggi and Nikki