The death of another mother bear to a vile Hunter

Look at that darling
scrunched up and gone
blood pouring
senselessly,
now out upon
the snow where she lived
and where she was born
shot by some ass hole
high on his corn
ambushed by some violent lout
that’i my view
and sank into the bear
what else could she do?
but give one last gasp
of the crystal cold air
and die with her eyes open
and full on despair
one last sweep over
the place that she knew
and sailed off to rainbow bridge
out in the blue