Dark, black nose twitches and sniffs
The morning sun has warmed the earth
Enough to awaken sleeping seeds
And coax the hungry hibernator
An eyelid quivers against the bright
Unenthusiastic to the reawakening
Drowsy and slowly one paw at a time
The bear rolls over and stretches
Shaking collected dew from its fur
The bear yawns with foggy breath
Long sharp teeth pausing wide
As blood thumps into thirsty veins
Move, move big bear. It’s spring!
Bright green seedlings promise more
Berries and bugs and fish soon come
Oh! The beauty of your natural home.
This poem is for #NaPoWriMo, prompt for Day 3.
K M Hasling 