WHITE BEAR


The snow fields lay barren before me
I know the path, I have traveled here before
My memory is long
The Ice sheets move with the gentle currents
My prey is not far from here
I have ventured many miles

The Seal provides for me
I plunge into the sea
My strong limbs propel me
I sense him
I feel his spirit is close
This is a good day for the hunt

I take him in my teeth
My jaw crushing his bones
He has done well to feed me
I take him to the Ice
Lay him down
Feast upon his spirit

Time to move again
Always alone
In solitude my spirit grows
Strong as the cold night
I have been here forever
Even man is not my equal

When he comes into my domain
I rip him into lost pieces
He is confused
And does not belong here
His spirit is not that of the White Bear


Michael V Hechtman