Elk Butt Poetry

A Haiku from deep within a national park:
Fleeing butts of Elk
Fuzzy tufts of caramel
Vanish in the wood

Evidently, it’s rutting season … This is about all I can muster while remaining constantly vigilant against two tonne, horny ungulates.

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