Northern Spring Harbinger
The moose are outand all about;
they are not hard to find.
Because it's spring,
and once again,
on fresh greens they can dine.
Up along the Androscoggin
on the sides of route sixteen,
those giant gentle creatures
are part of the spring scene.
Cows preparing for new births
carry bellies heavy and full
Yearlings are on their own now
antlers are small on the bull.
Swampy mudded roadsides
are where moose love to be
hungry from their long winter
they lick the salt contently.
Long thick winter coats
are shedding more each day.
Soon shiny healthy fur
they will proudly display.
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