The caramel-brown bear wanders
Across frost-littered earth,
Illuminated by frail moonlight.
It nuzzles a freezing heap of purple-black;
Berry entrails, congealed in snow, their
Demise witnessed by infinite stars.
Pad, pad, pad,
Pointed head held high
Skin rolling on the ribs as it pads,
Along the trenches
Afflicted by sleep, yet persisting
Across the satin pall which
Cloaks the forest,
Mystified by the seamless white.
Rustling from a starved brown bush
Two long, soft ears pop between the branches
Like slim leaves of velvet.
Scents of food and fur swim through the air
With pointed teeth and wrinkled nose, the bear
Begins its descent towards the creature,
Paws flinching against the cold.
Pots of melted amber,
Lock onto chocolate-button eyes
Sparkling, suspicious, steady,
Reflecting moon but also sun
In a burst of liquid-gold petals.