Let's call it by its Algonquin name:
"he strips off"
or, if you will,
"the sage" or "respectful one." Not a twig
left on top of another, not a single flower
sticking out from the prairie.
Someone (perhaps a hunter)
once said it was ugly,
that its snout and antlers were too big,
that it was ungraceful and dumb.
When the moose hears this,
it just shrugs its shoulders
and munches quietly on the water lilies
or the tree bark.