Moose Walks on By
*Moose walks on by in the bright morning sun.
No place to go and there’s no need to run.
Market is open and Moose often goes.
Shopping is easy with such a big nose.
Lifting it up he starts smelling the air,
Reading the menu of what will be there.
Moose smells the peas and the fresh summer beans,
Walking along he starts sniffing the greens.
Cherries look nice but he loves a fresh peach,
Maybe he’ll try just a little of each.
Juices are dripping around his big chin,
Moose walks on by with a satisfied grin.
Leaving them watching he walks up the hill,
Maybe he’ll visit his good friend named Bill.
Bill is just ten and he lives by the lake,
There with his mom and she’s holding a rake.
Moose loves the flowers she tends with such care,
But why is she waving the rake in the air?
Maybe she’s trying to blow a nice breeze,
Moose walks much closer and tucks in his knees.
Flowers feel soft and they make a nice bed,
Moose lies so still that Bill thinks he is dead.
Seeming to smile with the sun on his snout,
Moose gently snores as he breathes in and out.
Wind blows the grass and it tickles his nose,
Moose lifts his head as if smelling a rose.
Soon the sun hides and the rain clouds come out,
Causing Bill’s mom to start running about.
Gazing above Moose gets up on his feet,
Thanking the sun for the moment of heat.
Sun dances out and it winks with one eye,
Saying, “Good-Bye Moose.”
And Moose walks on by.*
Watercolor on 140lb paper