The Bear
Awakened from his sleep
down from the Forest Wilderland
the bear appears
to smell the river.
Upstream he stands – with
water pulsing past his feet,
beneath,
birds, shrieking in spring skies.
Sharp-eyed,
he watches salmon as they leap –
rivulets of hunger in his mouth.
His clasping teeth,
with sharpened claws,
grab the salmon flapping
in their grief.
He bears his prizes to the slippery edge,
skinning flesh
and finally crushing bones.
Turning
towards a warming sun,
he sniffs the air,
remembering then,
his recent sleep
alone.
© Jill Carter-Hansen 2014
P O Box 1381
Darlinghurst NSW 1300
E jill@visonaryimages.com.au
Real poem about real kids ! I wish I’d written it..!Anne Bell
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