Something Antlered This Way Comes . . .

. . . or, "M" Is for Moose, Americaniacally Speaking:

Elizabeth Bishop devoted twenty years
to immortalising a moment
in her classic poem, "The Moose":

From narrow provinces
of fish and bread and tea,
home of the long tides
where the bay leaves the sea
twice a day and takes
the herrings long rides,

where if the river
enters or retreats
in a wall of brown foam
depends on if it meets
the bay coming in,
the bay not at home . . .

(Of course, Ms. Bishop could not resist falling
in love with our Nova Scotia! Who could?)