Chloe flung off her pillow bed
Howling growling towards the shed
What moved so in the shadow dark
To make her jump so high and bark?
We gathered to the window sill
And looking over the side hill
It stood by a towering spruce
A big and young and curious moose
Rain falling upon his lanky stance
We watched him in our silent trance
Away he slipped a fleeting ghost
Until all we saw his hindmost
And disappeared in growing fog
Back away towards the cedar bog
And slowing smiling from within
Broke our faces into a wide grin