The <br />Moose <br />Silent <br />At twilight <br />In the mountain pond <br />Watched us approach without alarm. <br />It chomped calmly, water grasses dripping from its mouth. <br />While not inviting us to stay, it seemed to have no objection to our <br /> presence there. <br />Later we serenaded it from our campfire, and from time to time its <br /> sodden steps replied from the darkness beyond our flickering light. <br /> <br /> <br />(Based on the Fibonacci sequence, so the number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, etc.)<br /><br />Chuck Toll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fibbing-truce/
