THE NIGHT BEFORE ELK OPENER

Twas the night before opening day,

when all through the camp

not a creature was stirring,

except bugs by the lamp.

The rifles were hung

In the gun racks with care,

hoping elks in the sights

Soon would be there.

The hunters were nestled

All snug in their beds,

While visions of venison

Danced in their heads.

And mama in her camo

And I in my insulate

Had just set the alarm

And could hardly wait.

When out in the woods

There arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bag

To see what was the matter.

Away to the tent flap

I flew like a flash,

Tore open the zipper

And it stuck in the sash.

The moon on the breast

Of the new fallen snow

Gave me the urge

To get up and go.

When what to my wondering eyes

Should appear

But a rancher with a sign

Saying “No Trespassing Here.”