Listening to bear.
Walk along a mountain stream, reflection of black bear.
In your presence, animals are only human.
Ground trembles from your maternal instincts.
The mountains have always been here, and in them, bears.
Wolves are a profound intelligence on the planet.
Massive in you rituals.
Apsen branch, winged mobbing and cries.
The wind arrives, raven flies away.
The only thing moving was the eye of the raven, then came the storm.
Snow. Wind. Cold. Bear. Undisturbed.
Freedom to roam.
All that is wild lives here.
Feel the silence.
One live feeds another, one place feeds another.