The air was quite clear
in the forest so dear
as Mother and I walked down the street
and came across a lump of living meat.
Its large eyes glared
and I imagined its teeth to be bared.
The beast lowered its head
"Oh my, I'm dead!"
He advanced really slow
and the wind began to blow,
then a scream split the air,
the creature left his private lair
"He is gone,"
Mom said as we crossed the natural lawn.
I said, "That moose was mad,"
because he left I was glad.