Within camouflage of birches
an old moose wonders.
Steam puffs from his muzzle
He ambles searching
for a few buds
on frozen branches.
Hearing the crackle
of my miss-step
he fades noiselessly
with the ease of a ghost.
In a list
A contest entry
- Favorite Things by Pamela A Lamppa.
1200 points, ended July 3, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Indeed a moment...
noiselessly with the ease of a ghost... I know this image.
Wonderful poetry in brevity with this piece. I loved the images and birches, steaming breath and the crisp snap of a brittle twig.
Thank you for your entry. ~Pamela
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A magical moment! Emerging from his own breath's condensation on a search for food, then fading back into a frozen world. Slides like a dripping icicle.
Marlene -
Lovely snapshot, shame there is no picture of the old fellow, I should have like to see that. Love, C
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