Stars are out tonight.

They’re flickering bugs still in the black air.

The grass is wettened slight.

Dew’s blanket has covered my carpeted lair.

Sometimes I cause a fright.

Rifles lower at the sight of my daggered mouth.

I wake at winter’s light.

My body returns with chirps from deserted south.

My skin is like the night.

I entangle men in the might of my glare.

Death is in my bite.

I will only fall to a huntsman’s metal snare.

More powerful than you are aware.

I am a bear.