The moose, silent at twilight in the mountain pond, watched us <br />Approach down the tree-canopied ravine 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 <br />To our presence there. <br /> <br />Later we serenaded it from our campfire, <br />And from time to time its sodden steps replied from the darkness <br />Beyond our flickering light.<br /><br />Chuck Toll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appalachian-trail-2/
