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.