Last night Tilde sat, erect, in front of the screen door, staring intently out at the meadow behind our house. I opened the door, she scampered out and stood, growling and barking…at a bear! In honor of her bear sighting–the second one since she’s lived with us–we’ve composed some haiku. (Say…do you suppose haiku composition counts as a bear-related recreational opportunity?)
From POC:
Slow growl still body
Call of wild unanswered
Sentry post assumed
Mother bear stands tall
Edge of meadow darkened now
Slow amble homeward
From LH:
1
Ears prick, chest rumbles.
Who lumbers through her meadow,
And melts into wood?
2
The bear throws
A casual backward glance
At a small, distant growl.
3
A black smudge
Where wood and meadow meet.
A sharp eye observes.
Bears sit well with me,
immanent, real, whatever.
Bears gambol freely.
That’s a great dog that you have. :=)