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.
Curled wisdom.
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.
