BEAR FANTASY AT YELLOWSTONE

it is thaw time
I am loopy, lightheaded
crawling out of my dark den
to roll in the scratchy bear grass
under blue sky and racing clouds

I smell water...and more
wind carries sweet fish smells

thirst and hunger
dance together within me

I will go where the silver fish swim
catch them in my sharp black claws
snap them in my bear jaws
and swallow, scales, bones, eggs and all

then, belly full
I will flop down on a warm rock
splashed by cold river water
until hungry again