Lying in the warmth of the feeble sun here where I belong
I revel in the tranquillity of this special place and wonder
If I should pierce the glimmering surface headlong.
I wish this serenity were broken this summer
By the chance to glimpse the wondrous moose;
I crave the chance to see that majestic wanderer.
But this thought leads me astray and I abuse
The pleasures given to me by this birdsong
And the breathing forest the season has set loose.