The Dark Blue Moose

As the white eagle peeked down,
Following the sky,
The light saw a beast,
Through horizon time.

The waves showed his legs,
With power and length,
The dark blue water,
Washing red from green.

To the moose, nothing mattered,
Only food and breath,
But to the eagle who watched,
He saw only a friend.

There wasn’t a desire to meet,
Or greet,
Just the drive to land,
And see.

Antlers, like a crown, became a perch,
And they sat in silence,
Until the wind pushed the water,
Far over the moose.

The eagle few off, content with the story,
Because not every meeting needed to be
What the light found worthy.

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