Ursa Major
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 yawning moon
ready for cold months
& scarce game
my hands & feet
become sluggish paws
I want to curl
up in my cave to dream
of fish & wait
for spring
By j.e. moyer
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