for the 2016 Estes Park Elk Fest*
They call me Wapiti or Cervus Elaphus
but you can just call me Bull.
Momma raised me in these peaks and valleys -
and I owe it all to her -
showing me places to graze -
taking me to trumpet lessons -
guiding me to the choicest watering holes.
And now I am a man-elk
and have the rack to prove it.
Fall is here again and some of the ladies
are looking mighty sweet.
( Just last week I saw one making eyes at me)
so I gave the rut another go.
It worked out a bunch better than last year
when I left half my head gear
lying in pieces on the grass.
but life is good this year as you can see
from all these ladies standing by.
Now let me slip a friendly tip
just from me to you.
If me or one of the other guys
have that look in our eyes
and seem perturbed or fidgety.
Don't mess with us!
Never forget we outweigh you five to one
and can book along at 35 miles per.
The same goes for the ladies
when the babies come in spring.
They love their own like you love yours
and will abide no wrong to come their way.
Mostly your folks and mine get along fine
amidst the hills, lakes and other critters
so let's share our common miracles
in thanksgiving, peace and harmony.
Robert Charles Howard
*Estes Park, October 1, 2016
