Appalachian Trail - Poem by Chuck Toll
The moose, silent at twilight in the mountain pond, watched us
Approach down the tree-canopied ravine without alarm.
It chomped calmly, water grasses dripping from its mouth.
While not inviting us to stay, it seemed to have no objection
To our presence there.
Later we serenaded it from our campfire,
And from time to time its sodden steps replied from the darkness
Beyond our flickering light.
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