Moose Hunting

We drive along mountain roads,
Craning our necks to see.
Looking through the marshes,
Around every boulder and tree.

They come out in the early mornings,
Or just as then sun begins to set.
They are so very hard to find,
But a sight you won’t forget.

Majestic and proud, though shy,
They walk with a regal air.
To entertain those who drive by,
To photograph and stare.

If you have the chance,
Visit the White Mountains.
Take your turn Moose Hunting,
You’ll have to return, again and again.