YOU ARE READING in a life Poetry from ashes to papaya moose and me 167 14 25 by hughena by hughena Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I wonder what it's like to be moose in winter walking the ploughed railway tracks on and on with silent deep snow all around train will come, and moose don't step aside for anyone I wonder what's behind me