Bear and Salmon

A bear furtively steps on the stones in the swift river. Her cubs eagerly wait on the stone clad shores. A prominent welt lies beneath mother bear’s coat of warmth. The river has both sides lined with palisades of fir trees. Mother bear stands silently as a school of salmon swim into her presence. Misted waters rise to greet a vibrant sky in jubilation. As the salmon fight to traverse ferocious rapids, mother bear listens intently and watches with bated breath in continuous silence. Her cumbersome claw hovers like a weightless mosquito, dancing hitherto for that oh so perfect catch. The blue and gray titanium spray of the rapids avoids her touch. And so, the salmon’s day has come to an end. Mother bear and her cubs have sustenance for the moment. I am just helping out a new soup member with her writing. I have taken her submission and converted it into prose form.