An abandoned hunting/fishing lodge used by Teddy Roosevelt, is haunted by the ghost of a bull moose

It was almost dusk over Eagle Lake
When he made his ghostly visit
I couldn’t move from my wooden seat
Afraid that I might miss it.

I froze in place daring not to move
As he turned his massive head
Towards me as if he knew
That my dream was now my dread.

His eyes were sad and tired, too
As if he had never slept
Ancient tracks of many tears
Told me he constantly wept.

Saddened by the changing times
And the changes at Eagle Lake
He searched my face with many questions
I wondered if I had made a mistake.