[Deer Park, June 21, 2011]
Few see hares dance wraith-like under full moons,
Or hear wolves howling for company,
Lady moose bellowing full-on randiness,
Bears all month on the frantic feed
Moved by primal urges to procreate, and
All this sometimes makes me wonder wherein
The joy in all this inning-and-outing
Do moose sometimes finish, declare, “Wowzer
Toots that was the greatest, tops in my book!
Howzabout we go again after
A decent interval, of course, I ain’t
No longer Mr. Goaginrightnow, eh?”
Is this the sole difference betwixt man
And lower creatures, seconds, not soul?