Within the dense, white fog did appear the forms of gigantic elk
These majestic animals get all of my respect

A vision all clothed in white
Such a wondrous, delightful sight

Surrounded by this mystical cloak
A stampede, I was trying not to provoke

It was as if in a dream
An answer to a lifelong prayer it would seem

They, with my binoculars could I see
Caught out in the open, nary a bush nor a tree

To see a whole herd of elk
For me, a sight unparalleled

Never before this many have I ever beheld
My quickened breathe I forever held

Calling my friend for him to also see
This grand panorama was my plea

With the wind from our left side
Within this dense fog, we did quickly stride

Hoping to separate these wisps and strands of fog to better see
I went to steady myself, so I dropped to my knee

Suddenly, through the fog, the whole herd I did once again perceive
Oh no, the lead cow is looking directly at me.

The fog had lifted, my camouflage was gone
The herd jumped to their feet, their glorious retreat they did not prolong

The thunder of a million feet
To get so close was no small feat

Such an ethereal sight
The whole herd surging forward with all of their might

A remembrance of this amazing day
In my head, this beautiful morning shall always stay

To see something so spectacular
To capture an image of these elk, through the inside of my binocular

Written by:
Jason Cheney
November 27, 2020