*PHOTO COURTESY OF LOÏC LAGARDE.
Old she-bear, pent
in her rocky den,
gnaws a footpad
dry as dust,
solitary rakes in sticks
and scratches the scar
that marks a hunter’s
mis-aimed lead.
Shaking the ice
off her frozen fur, she licks
the snow and huffs
out clouds of steam.
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