Might of the Moose

On my way home from Traverse City
I hit a moose it wasn’t pretty
Walked til I found a Citgo payphone down the road
& I called your house it’s the only number that I know

You picked up & said this is surprising
I stood in the dark apologizing
For the cheap way I ended our good thing
& I asked if you would call a tow truck for me

I walked up the road in the direction
Of the hatchback I just had wrecked &
I thought of last night the fight we had in there
& I thought of the way the light looked in your hair

I expected to find the beast embedded
In the windshield the way I’d left it
But there was just blood & glass on the smashed hood
I guess he came to & ran back through the wood