My chubby hands press against the door
My breath fogging up the glass
I hear the sounds of a family of moose
Chomp
Chomp
Clop
Chomp
Chomp
The youngest one looks up
For a moment it is just me and the moose
We gaze into each other's eyes
Penetrating the glass barrier between us
That moment passes
The moose looks away
And goes back to chomping
I will remember that moment
For a long time
Watching the beauty of nature
Meet my eyes
The poem is based on a true story- I was way younger though.
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