Bear and the Crows
So many in the winter trees they caw
they swirl all through the blood orange light
Bear can’t decipher what they’re telling
though it’s him they’re squabbling over
him stronger than ever as night sifts
down on him like rain in these woods Bear
invisible to himself he must be lost
which is why he stands still now why
he sways clacks his teeth woofs at the crows
but doesn’t move he’s so strong now he’s not
concerned about stupid crows he could climb
that ash so fast he’d swat them from the sky
if he wanted to no bear is ever lost
even if he can’t find his way back to where
he was sleeping before the dream woke him
sent him stumbling out into snow so deep
Bear thought he was dead in his dream that’s what
he was now he sways clacks his teeth woofs
at what it felt like in his dream so weak
he couldn’t move with that stink like crow sound
he sways in the clearing woofs urinates
a long time soon the dark will make the crows
shut up and fly to their nests Bear will
not bawl like a cub stuck in a tree he
will stop clacking his teeth stand still for soon
a small fox will come sit down some way off
wait like a stone to see what Bear does next–
At dawn Bear will kill it in a flash crunch its
bones in his teeth leave shards to show every
idiot crow he is not lost just stronger.