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One day I am in heaven with contentment
The sun everywhere warming me up
Daffodils follow me through the yard
Giggling as they make friends with the violets
Then something happens
I stub my toe, I break a finger,
A grizzly bear eats my arm off.
Bam. I am in hell, angry, sorrowful, keening and wailing.
I have found your arm! My mother says.
I do not believe it. Determined to stay in hell.
Yes, this is how fast my mood shifts.
Monday great, Tuesday completely unbearable.
Wednesday morning terrific, Wednesday afternoon suicidal.
It is the curse of the empath, and I am keenly aware.
Brutally keenly aware.
Surely you can change that, someone says.
Someone with no sensitivity in their entire body.
Someone I hate more today than I ever loved them yesterday.
Yes, it is that fast.
The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain.
I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick pointing north to direct me to the closest destination when I rise in the morn dawn. To the North one hundred fifty miles to the nearest cabin hoping that it is supplied with stable foods and a warm place to stay until rescued, or south two hundred miles in the other direction where a trapper lives all year round.
Over my shoulders I carried my rifle and survival equipment and begin the one hundred fifty-mile hike to the cabin. Walking through spruce, hemlock, and lodge-pole pines and eating a variety of berries.
In the morning after the snowstorm, I woke to ski snow-powder steeps. A wolf rested on its haunches, inspecting my unprotected surroundings. I took aim, shot, and missed, and it turned and took off.
For days, I had the feeling that someone or something was watching me. I started seeing signs of bear tracings. I was almost out of ammunition for my rifle and decide to make a spear. I looked around for a suitable sturdy tree limb or sapling a few inches taller them me. Using my knife, I fashioned a shelf for the knife creating securing support for the knife and wrapping it tight with rope.
I had shot a three-point buck early that morning and dressed it out; when I heard woof, woof, woof, sounds. The brown grizzly bear came down on all fours and started pawing at the ground, then came at me like a freight train.
I wedge the wooden in of the spear between the rock and into the ground. The grizzle charged then stood up rising above me, impelling itself through the heart with the spear killing it instantly. His dead weight slumped falling limp forward on top of me trapping me under.
Tired and cold the pain disappeared by the time I amble down the pathway toward the summer cabin in the noon-lit dawn.
12/30/2021
Today's entertainment for the cave is easy.
We watch an easily manipulated grizzly fly into mama bear mode
She races toward the sea, plunging in, looking for her cub
He is not there.it was a lie; she looks furious!
She comes out sputtering, eats a few campers.
Spits out their stomachs.
They always eat the wrong foods! She shrieks.
Her mate is there now, he is holding back, he looks fearful.
He helps her look, but their son is nowhere in sight.
An evil crow sends them on a goose chase to the west.
The geese fly up in front of them, hitting their butts on rooftops.
It is insane how crazed Mama Bear appears now.
When should we tell her? Black Bear asks the other mama bears.
Let her chase through the meadow and stomp the flowers first.
Grizzly bear son appears at that second, ruining the women's fun.
It is over, until tomorrow when they plan to rile her up again.
No one riles faster than this grizzly bear mama
Or has made fewer friends; the other women despise her.
She overreacts to everything!
They have been the recipients of her wrath,
so they love watching her fly into a rage over nothing.
Unfortunately, it is their weekly entertainment.
You kept pulling us apart and driving us out into the dark; you kept pulling us apart when you knew that you have gotten it wrong from the start.
You kept pulling us apart when knew we could work together and build a better tomorrow. Sheep and goat are deep and they don’t belong in the street; dogs and cats have nothing in common and the grizzly bear has nothing to spare.
How much more wind must we blow to get you off our show? How much more blood must be shed before you get out of my bed? I have worked for twenty years to build this magnificent sanctuary and you sits in your Timbuctoo office with your soapy bottom telling us what is divine
How did you get into this thing? Do you know where we have been? We have walked our shoe off, slept in the dark ate jackfruit seed for supper and drink muddy water for dinner. Our body is stinking and the light in my heart sometimes grows dim and when the nights get cold, we held on to each other’s soul from a distance. That is the closest we have ever been and we have not sinned.
Why do you keep pulling us apart when you know that we can create miracle together? Why do you keep pulling us apart? When you know that we can build companies together and employ a million head and prepare a land lock cemetery to bury the unruly dead.
We can bring warring faction together; win every deal to stop the useless steal, when mind interlock with mind and soul touches soul the mystery will unfold.
This is the only chance I’ve got to wear a new frock and you try desperately to steal it off my back. You have been messing with my dreams for the very day I land on your shore, you have been messing with my dreams the first time I let you through the door, your ambition is too high and you are going to die,
You want to reap what you don’t sow and you want to gather what you don’t grow, I have a business mind and I communicate with the divine’, you must go to Rome and wear one of those long gowns to find solace. The revelation will come and the sky will start spinning around.
I am moving forward with my plans so come and join me if you can and you will learn something about the wind and you will understand why I cannot keep still, destiny will bind us together.
"It's finally arrived," he thought relaxed by his campfire.
He waited all his life for this day. The day he would retire,
and after saying his good byes to all that he loved
he ventured deep into the wilderness, where clouds hug mountain tops above.
It's been days now perhaps weeks since he last saw society.
He was now one with himself and with nature, liberated and free.
No sooner had he had these thoughts ever so serene
did he find himself looking eye to eye at a huge grizzly.
The beast was only about 15 feet away.
It's pointless to run now, you'll only trigger the bear's predatory state
and there isn't anywhere to run to anyway.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "This may be my very last day."
The words of an old friend flashed through his mind
who was very knowledgeable about behavior of the grizzly bear kind.
'You must not only not display any fear on the outside of you
you must truly be fearless all within you too.
You can display the world's greatest poker face
but if inside you fear for your life, you will lose this deadly game and race.
The bear can smell fear as well as aggression.
If the bear smells either on you, you then become prey or enemy to them."
The bear's massive head began to sink down low.
That's an aggressive stance in case you didn't know,
then the bear raised it's head and sniffed all around the air.
The bear grunted somewhat,
turned and displayed its back
then walked off into the forest as it slowly disappeared.
He stood there still motionless as the bear disappeared before his eyes.
He then proceeded to throw up and faint nearly missing the campfire.
When he'd awaken the next day to the morning birds sweet song,
It would be his new birthday. The Wolf Man is born.
While unconscious, the local wolf pack emerged and surrounded him.
When he awakens the next morning, The Wolf Man Legend begins.
To Be Continued.
O' world turning among the stars again
from deep darkest fathom to alpine drift,
in shaking mountain ash in molten rain -
in currents and winds and plates that shift.
Afar nomadic wildebeest in legions herd
million dark across an African plain,
and ‘neath the mighty taloned hunting bird
beasts of prey over a great kingdom reign.
See lobtail singing whales depth to shore
beach on the burial sands - and on sea wing
the great ocean albatross the upwinds soar
beyond far blue horizons wandering.
In jungle mist and rain the silverback
mountain gorillas eat leaf, bark and husk -
trophied like the beasts poachers kill and hack
sold for rhino horn and elephant tusk.
To the far ends of a deep frozen paradise
among seal and pup and hunting orca fin -
over egg and young in snow and polar ice
stands huddled the emperor penguin.
In the great southern land on tree and rock
perch the wedge-tail eagle and cockatoo,
loggerhead and leatherback turtle and croc
nest and outback hops the bush kangaroo.
Across prairie and plains the buffalo roam
and howling wolf and coyote lay their lair -
in salmon stream and spring wilderness home
hunt and fish the fearsome grizzly bear.
Our ecosphere of sea, land and sky shine
like the rare wild oyster and cultured pearl,
from snow caps to desert wadi to coastline
our blue planet is a mother of worlds.
Written: November 2001
I woke up to the sound of the woodpecker, pecking the wood next to the gutter and the barking dogs gallivanting on the side while strangers and community neighbors are gossiping inside.
I had hoped to hear something refreshing but instead the moment was rather depressing; the birds and the beast were complaining to the fowl that the pm people were creating mischief in the town.
The loud-mouthed man with the overcast stomach and the overripe woman with the artificial butt walking around spitting threats out of their throat with Irish cream, and mixed spice bubbling in their guts. In seconds they were driven out of the town with ten bullets and a bloody crown and they never returned to the town.
The grizzly bear stood frozen by the stream, staring at the deer with an unexpected dream. He could not take a leap at the prize meat for the deer with its spiritual blend kept the bear in silence and watched it slowly evolved to the heaven, when it was gone, the deer dash through the bushes and escaped from the grizzly bear.
The roosters and the hens kept running around the yard with its red comb raised in the back while the hen’s feathers double on the track. The rooster and the hens pecking at each other testing to see who was stronger, but the rooster with its fortified comb trap the hen on the dry ground. Not too far from there the fox and the eagle were drawing near.
The eagle land on and picked up the rooster off the ground and flew away with it. So the cunning fox leaped at the end but it escaped to the top of the roof. The fox chased after the flying eagle and it drop the rooster into the mud and the timid fox chased after it and bit off its head.
The flying eagle circled around and land on the fox on the ground; it pecked the fox all over until it was dead. The eagle spread its giant wings in the air and flew away; the hen stood on top of the roof staring at the eagle as it bolts through the living sky while the hen flaps its strong wings and bid the eagle goodbye.
The river smells like damp cotton this morning,
the weather has been so complimentary to our exertions
frost invades the nights nicely and soft sunshine comforts our faces in daytime,
we have been averaging 26 miles per day for more than a week
which gives us fat optimism that we'll reach the he Mandan villages before November,
our sense of serenity and ease is abruptly shaken by a suspicious sight,
from the boats we notice , not far inland
a settlement abandoned to arid earth and the whispers of sullen fate,
with a detachment of 12 men
this broken place in paradise is searched
with the circumspection of armed archaeologists,
from wood and rock totems
we have surmised that this village belonged to the Arikaras,
evidently, they systematically left here, or were decimated by some terrible force,
a gutteral roar rips into my ears
as I see the most monstrous beast of my life,
it is the great grizzly bear, wicked in temper and simply petrifying in stature,
about 40 yards away Sheilds stumbles out of an Arikara sod lodge
as the grizzly emerges from it's liar, standing upright like a tower of terror
fangs in the air and claws ready to thrash
Sheilds buries a slug right into it's chest from 10 feet away
sounding like a large stone plunging deep into water
white panic stretches his face while the beast stammers for a moment,
there is no time for him to reload
and he starts running to the canoe faster than a fuse
several of us take aim and unleash a crossfire of lead
pegging the bear every which way halting it's chase
and with the speed of a two horse wagon it's running to the brush,
we forgo the hunt and evacuate to the canoes,
enough has been seen here,
J.A.B.
I waited all morning for some kind of wildlife to come near enough for a shot.
My Nikon camera was set on her tripod, and I had been purveying the woods
I felt moose staring at me and I thought if I can just get one great photo of it,
It would complete the wildlife spread for the magazine who paid for this camera.
The sky was bright blue, it was a sunny day; I took photos of the trees.
Come on, I urged the bull moose. Just one little shot of you, would make my day.
The leaves on the trees were sparking in the wind; but no large animal came forward.
I was just about ready to pack it in when my grandfather’s voice came to me.
One more hour, he said. Just one more hour; he had never steered me wrong.
He had passed sixteen years previously, but he came to me sometimes.
When it was important, so apparently, this would be worth the wait.
Fifty-six minutes later, this grizzly bear came out of the woods giving my spread punch!
I took sixty-nine photos of her as she was walking toward me; I was insanely happy.
This is the best photo I have ever taken in my life! I told my grandfather.
I smiled all the way back to town, thinking about how terrific these would be.
They were too; everyone came up to say it; this kind of pure joy you do not get every day.
A quiet guy with a distant stare?
A hard case who grumbled like a grizzly bear?
A sad-eyed clown who could make you laugh?
A face peering blankly from a photograph?
How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?
A stern old man you could not deceive?
A tall-story teller full of make believe?
A lullaby that you liked to hear?
A bag full of pretzels and a can of beer?
How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?
I walk away from the hometown lake where we used to swim,
Getting more remote with each step I take as the light grows dim
And my thoughts turn back to him…
When my dad died, I was twelve years old.
I’ve searched for mementos, but the trail’s gone cold.
Hope your scrapbook is more complete than mine,
Like gift wrap and ribbons ‘round a box of time.
How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?