I’m going to preface this particular poem with a caveat: I’m not a fan of taxidermy in general because I discovered young that hunting is not my thing even though I learned how to shoot a 22 pistol. I did one lesson. I did really good at it, but I was done after that lesson. I know that there are other uses for it besides trophies, but I just can’t.
the moose is moving it's head it's talking like a human: I'm dead how is it speaking when it's stuffed? how can it be talking when it's missing a body electronics, speakers, driven by computer timing is everything and nothing at all when a moose speaks from a wall. ©Kim Whaley 4/14/2022 Instagram: @k.whaley