Wind blowing strong almost knocking them over!

He was holding a tree

Bark ripping in hand

Cutting his flesh

Her long hair

Slapped him fast

It felt right

So good!

And then

They saw something coming

A twisted shadow

Crossing the bight green fields

Something good and real

Pulling its tired body forwards,

Moose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!

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