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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340953" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bull Moose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, <br>lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, <br>stumbling through tamarack swamps,<br>came the bull moose<br>to be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too tired to turn or, perhaps, aware<br>there was no place left to go, he stood with the cattle.<br>They, scenting the musk of death, seeing his great head <br>like the ritual mask of a blood god, moved to the other end <br>of the field, and waited.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The neighbours heard of it, and by afternoon <br>cars lined the road. The children teased him<br>with alder switches and he gazed at them <br>like an old, tolerant collie. The woman asked <br>if he could have escaped from a Fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oldest man in the parish remembered seeing <br>a gelded moose yoked with an ox for plowing.<br>The young men snickered and tried to pour beer<br>down his throat, while their girl friends took their pictures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the bull moose let them stroke his tick-ravaged flanks, <br>let them pry open his jaws with bottles, let a giggling girl<br>plant a little purple cap <br>of thistles on his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the wardens came, everyone agreed it was a shame <br>to shoot anything so shaggy and cuddlesome.<br>He looked like the kind of pet<br>women put to bed with their sons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they held their fire. But just as the sun dropped in the river <br>the bull moose gathered his strength <br>like a scaffolded king, straightened and lifted his horns <br>so that even the wardens backed away as they raised their rifles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he roared, people ran to their cars. All the young men <br>leaned on their automobile horns as he toppled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Submitted by cutebabystar</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alden+Nowlan">Alden Nowlan</a><div class=q>
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lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, 
stumbling through tamarack swamps,
came the bull moose
to be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture.

Too tired to turn or, perhaps, aware
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