You, the mighty moose, over there,
with your horns big and your body large.
What will you do today?
I wish you understood me,
the questions I’m asking and the phrases I’m uttering,
but all you do is stare,
sometimes at me and other times opposite.
Stay close to the grass,
I don’t want you running away from me,
the majestic creature you are,
the animal possessing great strength and power.
I would give you a crown if I had one,
but I’m a simple man out in nature,
with nothing in his hands.
Dare I take a picture of you?