The Grizzlies

Some say they are poker faces
Then what we see
Behind those big eyes
Is the will to stay free
Alone they know quietness
Unruffled I’d say
Down at the waters edge
Most of the day

After the salmon
Fresh rich and raw
A mean locomotion
Like never before
Flashing up stream
Caught on the claw
Torn at and swallowed
And waiting for more

The vivification
All the vital force
They stand there in awe
As Matter of coarse
Their way is deliberate
They are mighty strong
With a great heavy coat
Showing where they belong

Wilderness watchers
Growling away
When they stand on their hind legs
They have something to say
They emanate fury
A vision alone
Inquisitorial
As if they had known

You in a past life
Then doubting that too
The truth of the matter
They know what to do
Instinctive knowledge
Packed into their brain
They have been there before
And will be there again

A bit of a sage
In perilous way
Thought to be foolish
But hunters can pay
For missing the language
The great bear puts out
For his expectations
Are riddled with doubt

For his size he can canter
And is crushing and strong
Lives to find honey
He cannot go wrong
With all of the stickiness
He just loves sweet
And is seen as ungrateful
On account of his feet

He can be obstinate
A determined soul
It’s best to not cross him
For he knows his role
He has his habits
He knows his place
And when you get close to him
You can see his face

Some say he is evil
He was just born that way
He is the master
Of his display
He is where he was put
He seldom goes far
And wherever you camp
He knows where you are

The Grizzly Bear
Is a beautiful soul
Designed to perfection
He plays his role
In the great drama of life
Out and beyond
The hunter the trapper
Who nobody!s fond

Of come with their bait
With their guns and deceit
Many are smelly beaver tails beat
For they are all rancid and terribly high
Just the stuff bears like
Which of course is why
They often get ambushed
Chewing away
Bears like their stomachs
Most people say

So called trophy hunters
Like to shoot bear
With their bows and their rifles
Sport it’s never fair
These would be murderers
For that’s all they are
Come in with their 4×4’s
Ready to star

In their very own movie
On you tube maybe
Shooting a bear
Propped up we can see
How many shots nobody knows
A green horn who paid
As the debacle shows

They have made a film
And it’s coming along
“Trophy” it’s called
Head hunting so wrong
We have to protect them
Their habitats too
And really and honestly
no more in the zoo

Wild is their kingdom
That’s where they be
Under the stars
Where the storm wind blows free
We are their problem
We are their foe
If they are to survive
Then we have to go

Away from their habitat
Leave them alone
Ban all this hunting
And trapping it’s shown
In the wilderness Bears
Can exist happily
If they are just left alone
And allowed to be free