Hello, Lonely Moose Of The Forest - Poem by Emily Beck
She sat on a broken tree.
Years ago fallen across a dried up river bed.
Now covered in green moss and yellow mushrooms.
The sound of each life was the sound of her own.
The branches behind her snapped
But she did not turn around.
It spoke in a deep voice, a noble tone;
'How can you be lonely?
You can see the soul of every creature
See the spirits that cross your path
Even feel the conscious of your kind'.
She only sat on that log,
Feet dangling over a reflection that couldn't possibly exist.
She felt the body of the voice move closer.
Felt the warmth of his skin, heard his heart beat.
Even counted the tempo of his breath.
'Why have you come here, lonely moose of the forest? '
He chuckled at the accusation,
'I am not lonely.'
She paused, and said;
'I can feel the sadness in your soul,
It rolls off you in sheets.
Your heart has crumpled into nothing more than wasted paper.
Your smile is tired.'
He should have walked away.
'You spend your time walking circles all day.
Each day you pass through that clearing.
Are you content with this repetition?
Following only your own hoof marks.'
He ruffled his fur and shook his head;
'But how can you be lonely? '
She turned, her wasted eyes walked across his graying face.
His massive antlers boasted years of servitude to an undying forest.
His head sat high on his shoulders.
The sun just above the treeline
Casting streaks of glowing colors across his fur.
Her mouth upturned in a tattered smile
Cocking her head sideways;
'I am not lonely, moose.'
Still smiling she turned back to the river bed.
He stood in the clearing for a long while.
The sun dipped below the trees.
She stood. Hesitating, and turned.
As she walked by him, his heartbeat became louder in her ears.
Soon she could hear his soul pleading a great many things.
As a thousand different tiny voices pounded her ear drums
And just as quickly faded away.
She stopped at the opening of the clearing;
'Don't worry Moose, I'll come back.
I'll always come back.'
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