A Stone In the Cold - 6
Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands.
With a surge of strength, I turn unstayed by fear,
a welling force inside to take command.
A grim rivalry, but respect we share,
yet, uncontrolled the bear imperious roars.
With enraged might, he swings his bloody head.
His pain in a thundering bellow soars.
Off into the dense forest, he has fled.
I slip haphazard through death's devious plan,
and kneel in the damp crimson covered ground
with survival hard-won by these two hands.
I rise to face night as darkness surrounds.
The wild's full of creatures, stealthy and bold
I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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