Bearskin Rug
displayed on knotty boards of pine
he stares into the fireplace
where glowing embers snap and spit
for him
his teeth ajar in frozen growl
which once chewed into salmon's flesh
and crunched through rabbit's snow-white fur
to bone
a wet black snout sniffed forest scents
now plastered fast with mod-podge glue
brown glassy eyes shine bright but fail
to see
he used to roam the timberlands
and munch on berries in a bush
and sleep away the winter snows
in dens
one spring he bounded happily
where lupins bloomed and robins sang
the hunter aimed his gun for one
clean shot
Copyright © Kim Mcadam | Year Posted 2019
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