Bear,
How blessed you are.
You sleep away the winter;
When the runoff cracks the ice,
You smash through the chilly, rushing water
To retrieve the choicest salmon.
When the sun warms your back,
You meticulously forage for blueberries
And deliciously lick honey from your lethal paw.
Bear, how blessed we are
To follow your shadow,
To hope for a glimpse of
Your solitude,
Your mystery,
Your freedom.