The Wounded Black Bear Poem by Nick krakana
The Wounded Black Bear
While out on a bike ride one day
A beautiful Black Bear
Wandered my way
A ghostly figure was he
As he just appeared in front of me
With a coat that shone so splendidly
His poetic strength
displayed in every step
Like a ballerina -
silent and beautiful was he
The was I say
Because someone shot him that day
And coincidence would have me see him this way
I believe it was his front shoulder
That was hit that morning
This I could see
As he struggled before me
Great effort in every stride
Just to get to the other side
He disappeared without a trace
No noise no fuss
Not like some of use
He was a magnificent old bear
And to see him this way
saddened me
There is a wheel they say
That follows each of us on our way
I wonder how this shooter
Deal's with pain on his day
Nick Krakana - 2008
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5/12/2024 3:16:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's always sad to see a wounded animal and not be able to help. Plus a wounded black bear can be very dangerous indeed.