I am certainly
no big bear
but in winter
when sky darkens
& earth is bright
with snow
my fur grows
thick as a bed
of pine needles
my belly fattens
like a yawing moon
ready for cold
months & scarce game
my hands & feet
become sluggish paws
I want to curl up
in my cave to sleep
& dream of fish
& wait
for spring
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