“Jumping G. Horsefat” 
Bullwinkle J. Moose

What if I’d met my friend for coffee as planned?
What if I’d waited before hanging clothes in the bedroom.

Well, I woulda missed him.
The young, handsome, long-legged buck
Resting a few feet from the back of our cabin.
Breathing heavily with eyelids closing, head nodding.

I believe a run-in with a larger bull,
Forced him to seek refuge with us.
The rut takes a toll.

Even on the young.