Day 107: Miss Moose

Somber and stoic brown

A calf close in tow

She carries on through winter

Tearing and chomping through branches

Trudging across waist-high snow with

Legs made from pistons taken from the Titanic

She and the calf lie down for the afternoon

Meditating in the snow

Her eyes peer on

Through the empty trees and negative degrees

So calm

As if she knows a secret about the world