I saw a Bear ; standing upright in front of me –
The eyes, a quick glance at me, stood firm in the face ..
What did she notice , hear or see
At the edge of the River? ; - it was a dace ...
Behind the bear I saw a whelp , white fur against the Sky ;
It seemed to hesitate – whether it should
Jump into the Stream from the waterside so high
To grab the fish ; not knowing if he could ...
And there shé was – his little Snowwhite sister ;
One paw uplifted motionless seeking Mothers’ care -...
With her tiny black nose just like a dark blister
Was she sniffing a scent of outbursting Spring in the air ...
Motherbear caught the fish, and carefully carrying it away
Towards a safe place to feed her whelps and set for a rest ;
The Young followed – hungry but playful and gay
Attentively almost clinging to their Mothers chest ...
A few years later : I saw two puberty bears at the waterside ;
Snowwhite fur against the Sky – black nose in the face
Rambling sprightfully along the River , side by side –
In his mouth he proudly carried his first caught dace ...!
Karin Aleida Vorrink
©* June 10, 2007