It was dusk and the sky was dim
Fog started to dilate slow
Upon the northern forest rim
Hunting sights, in blinding woe.
Through the fog, a heedful pace
Cracked the stems of wood,
A hunter had left his place
To come back with some food.
There would wait until he's back
His two children alone,
Believing in their father's knack
To end their hunger, and their moan.
Yet another hunter was there
Among the half-seen trees,
With brown fur and aggression fair
A bear was smelling the breeze.
A grizzly mother with two cubs
Had been starving all day,
She smelled across the dense shrubs
A prey, and came straightaway.
A caring soul charged a caring soul,
An empty core crashed an enpty core,
Wild aggression was released whole,
And human blood stained the timber floor.
