Moose Junction Poem by Troy Cochran

Moose Junction

Rating: 5.0


I still like to break the ice
Of puddles where I can.
At the junction down a ways
I'm a bull in a china shop;
A dancing man.

It's early in the morning,
Dark as Sam,
And the cars are barely waking up
To drag their people off
Into a traffic jam.

Just me and my boots
And a moose in the road.
He looks at me, and I look at him.
He ambles off into the underbrush
Like a slow locomotive, snorting smoke.

I slow to a prowl, and then to a stand:
There at the junction, where the ice is broke.

Monday, September 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,january,whimsy,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A poem inspired on a very cold January morning, in Northern Idaho, several years ago. I was walking down to the corner store, the only other creature stirring so early on that dark morning, but for a moose in the road ambling through the brush and over the tracks.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 26 September 2017

A morning curiosity, keenly observed, turned into a great write. I wonder how the Moose would have expressed his thoughts upon seeing you on that cold January morning.

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Troy Cochran 26 September 2017

He was probably snickering in that goofy way they have, having got to all the ice before me, sounding something like Bull Winkle. :)

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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken 18 September 2017

Beautiful poem Troy Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken

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Troy Cochran 19 September 2017

Thank you, Mario. I have since moved to Oregon, where the ice is not so prevalent, and the moose are less talented. My dancing days are needing a revival.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 September 2017

Breaking ice while having journey in life at a junction seeing a dancing man amazes mind. Early at the morning wonderful perception was acquired. Brilliantly penned humorous poem is shared here.10

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Troy Cochran 19 September 2017

Thank you, Kumarmani. You probably don't have to deal with moose in India, just things like tigers and typhoons. Count your blessings. Moose are a handful. :)

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