The little velvet moose sits upon the floor
His silent tears glisten on his brown fur.
Nothing the same since I walked out the door.
Now he sits on the floor, never to stir.

I can’t tell the moose of my lasting love.
Or of the new nightmares and the new friend
Nor strange thoughts that have the coo of a dove
The only thoughts he has are of the end.

Now I walk back to the forgotten room.
The moose is on the floor facing the wall.
I open the door to a world of gloom.
I find the moose and take him to the hall.

Now the moose sits on my bed, just smiling.
Enjoying the love, no longer crying.