The Moose Poem by Jan Sand

I saw it on a morning walk
In the nearby park
Lying on its side.
A great black thing, horse sized,
Heaving sides in labored breath,
On the soccer field.
I came up to it with soft voice to make it calm.
Its huge round eye showed panic.
One flailing foot grazed my forehead.
Raising up with groaning effort,
Released a drench of urine,
Tottered to a nearby copse
Where, in the afternoon,
Two policemen told me
It lay dead.