Elk Pasture Bliss

as the Midsummer Moon began to grow
gray clouds finally pushed off to the east
and the morning sun rose high enough
to shine right into their muddy green paradise

there the boys of summer were relaxing
antlers growing almost as fast as the grasses
that surrounded them

i could stare long into their backlit eyes
while robins fought and buntings and orioles
sang their irrepressible joys