A dark marauder with glowing eyes stares into the night
From a town tree with sensing snout and outstretched claws,
No fear, no fright, no fight to climb; just feasting
More twigs, leaves, nuts, fruits, just fueling
Hibernation for fasting buried long winter months.
Dear solitary stranger, why don’t you leave town,
Its easy scraps and garbage? Return to wandering
The forests and meadows, sentient, strong, scat marking,
Smell the fresh pine, swim the creek, seek the grubs,
Smell the honey, split the old log, rub a tree for a mate,
Feel the power in your arms, the biting force of your teeth,
Your complex intelligence to claim your territory in balance.
Just leave the town to people and their linear fabrications
And a selfish gun that can turn you into a rug on the floor.