And - the dogs growled and barked....and ran ahead and returned...and then ran back.

What is it that they were telling me?
What danger lurked?
What fun? What pleasure? What joy?

And - the dogs danced their excitement and fear and curiosity.
A ghost - perhaps. A ghost - for sure.

Right there in the middle of the cornfields.
He stood.
Looking lost and baffled and scared.

Not even a yearling - I'm told.
His antlers are only beginning.
His fur is only just filling itself in.

My first moose.
On the loose.
In the middle of the newly planted cornfields.