Long Cub Poems
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Bear let's roar of finding her cub
My brain pockets readily packed
Of finding my baby in the cracks
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
Through side roads, trees and shrubs
My rambling thoughts keep me awake
As I keep driving with the heartache
My eyes see all the neon and lights
Crying the sights of young girls of night
Along the highway to the northern hub
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
More young girls loiter here and there
And my heart a pounding in dis-pear
At truck stops and motels I see them
Dressed up barely, strutting their gems
Guilt overwhelms, as I think of my baby
Housed on who's streets without any safety
My foot presses the pedal now to eighty
It's full steam ahead to find my baby
I sing along to the voices in my head
And pray to god she doesn't turn up dead
connie pachecho
12/29/16
“You got the goldfish interview, as asked?”
“I did, sir, but he lacked the wherewithal
to answer me coherently, I fear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? The fishing section
is looking pretty thin. You showed up masked?”
“Of course I did. That goldfish flu’s no joke.
He said he’s scared of casual infection.”
“Your killer question, then? Your master stroke?”
“What is the capital of Senegal?
My curver, that one: it’s my knuckle-ball.”
“You got a cogent answer?” “Nowhere near.
He knew, he said, but couldn’t now recall.”
“His love life? Did you ask?” “He yelled, objection!
He said, that’s why he hates newspaper folk.”
“But that’s the very thing with which you’re tasked –
to get the sexy stuff! You think he’s *****?”
“He said he’d tell me after taking coke.
It seemed to me a little circumspection
might do the trick.” “Unmitigated gall
is what I call it. What I want to hear
is, if he’s in that witness thing – protection.”
“I got the feeling he was trying to stall –
I probed him, but he had no recollection.”
Continued:
So, there I was on the porch standing in shock
This Big Mama Bear sitting right in front of me
On her butt on the grass! Just feet away!
I thought something was wrong with her
It was a hot day, she was breathing heavy
I tried to open the door a little to get a photo
But my hands were shaking and my heart racing
As she moved, I couldn’t keep it steady
I was in a ‘once in a life time moment’ right then
I had never been so close to a bear that big
Then she got up and I realized she was ok
She turned around to walk across the yard
As I fumbled with the door still shaking….
I finally got a photo, from behind in the distance
-----As she entered the trees to leave---
----I said goodbye to my friends---
----Until next time---
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
My back upon the bed, night's thickening dissolves. Awake, eyes open.
I see him lying high, the silhouette of head, glint eye, arched back,
tail hangs down black- tipped, black-striped, pale background,
dawn revealing furry, fire-tipped orange.
Perfectly still. He does not move. He has not moved since fading of last year,
and now January is here, soon gone, and though the night's are long,
summer sun's long march is strong, the shadow of his tail will shorten.
I see a wound.
Three stripes up, above tail tip, a small but bursting seam, entrail revealed,
white and clean, showing clear what must have been.
Ferocious battle with precocious cub who sudden leapt upon his back
and cuffed and sank milk teeth into his neck, and roared and clubbed with fearsome paw.
And tail was caught between the fray, and pulled and ripped and left this way,
perhaps to fight just one more day.
For now he waits, tiger lying high upon the wardrobe, beneath the ceiling.
No thought, not feeling, not counting nights for cub's return.
Yet eye below does long and yearn to see young cub again,
his muscle grown, with longer leg and thicker hair. Not long, not long.
The days will soon be flown in passing of the year.
I was relaxing on the deck when I heard the rustle in the trees
I turned around to see my visitor friend standing on my lawn
Looking at me a bit, before turning around to go out back
So, I followed in a rush through the house to get another look
I stepped onto the side porch to look and to my surprise…
--A big mother bear was sitting down in the grass--
She was just off the steps in front of me, breathing with a huff!
---- My friend was just a cub---!
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
I couldn't figure out how to get the second photo in with this one , of the mother walking away in a bit of distance.
He was born with 5 others in the cave
at first, blind, small and helpless
relying on his mother for his needs
just a little ball of fur and limbs
Swiftly he grew, doubling in size weekly
now taking an interest in his surroundings
tumbling and rough housing with his siblings
learning all he would need to know
His mother started to bring back prey still alive
so they could practice their catch and kill skills
each day he explored a bit further away
excited by the sights, sounds and smells.
At six months he left his mother and siblings
now he was on his own with territory to find
he was not yet strong enough to fight others
so prime territory, at present, out of question
Becoming nomadic he ranged far and wide
returning sometimes for a day or two
just biding his time as he filled out
the following spring it was now his time.
He returned to the valley and challenged,
soon met by the male who ruled here
they fought very evenly matched for hours
At last our cub was the victor of all
Not knowing that his rival had been his dad
for such is nature, red in tooth and claw
savage yes, but the fittest must survive
To ensure the prosperity of future generations.
I have deliberately not said what animal I wrote this about but left it open to reader
interpretation.
Cub with Mom
Soft- skinned snow white Mom- sheep
wth its cub in deep sleep.
At morning both woke up.
Mom and cub ran swift sharp.
Through bushes both to peep.
and ran but the cub slipped.
Mom rushed to hug baby,
licked the little cute ewe.
Cub closed its eyes in glee.
coiled like ball : woolly.
Both playing free frolic
rolling random rollick.
In rapture sheep to dance.
Reckless ewe starts to prance.
Jumping joyous crazy
Mom cuddled, got busy.
Mom clasped cub being pleased
Ewe sucked udder at ease.
Me walking on the lawn
amused to watch at dawn.