The Bear and the Ballerina
Grizzly grazing upon a peace-scented meadow.
Pretending not to notice a dancer in daisy yellow.
Winds shifting-it stands so horribly stiff and tall.
Sniffing the air, pivoting so very nonchalantly.
Appetite enhanced as it approaches the Zen dancer.
The moment ignited by the most ancient of guides.
It stomps meadow blossoms, with blood in the eyes.
It swats at the awakened dancer again and again.
She pirouettes smartly toward the edge of a cliff.
Ursula stumbles over into her cold gray slag death.
Blunt Brute forces succumbing to sharpened finesse.
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