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.
Beautiful, your imagery is vividly clear..such a romantic moment captured so perfectly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An uncritical audience. Or did your singing do him in more cleanly than a shotgun? Perhaps this was your game plan all along?