"The Bruin"

"The Bruin"

The ice grows thick on the cavern walls
The snowfall continues as the temperature falls
Deep inside the bruin takes rest...
As he sits secure in his Wintertime nest

Dreaming of blossoms and the Springtime sun
Dreaming of green fields and the salmon's first run
The bruin continues his slumber in seclusion...
Awaiting the bloomage of Winter's conclusion

Peaceful in sleep, the bruin will awake
His season of silence approaching a break
The melting ice falls fast upon his fatty face...
Breaking his sleep, and corrupting the grace

He ventures forth in search of the river
The bruin the taker, the forest the giver
Once his eager belly is filled to the brim...
He seeks out a mate to accompany him

Once his seeds are cast out and sown...
He then again sets out on his own
And as he again feels a chill in the wind...
The cycle is primed to start over again

B.L. Houghtalin+