The bear went over the mountain
and what do you think he saw?
Another mountain, sure, but also
the limitless possibilities of
a wide-open future
fishing for salmon and
digging honey from beehives
maybe even eating a camper or two
then hibernating in a dry-ish cave
with a mama grizzly and their cub.
What he didn’t see was the hunter
the bright muzzle-flash
a bullet to the back of his skull
years as a rug on a dirty cabin floor.