How blessed you are.
You sleep away the winter;
When the spring runoff cracks the ice,
You smash through chilly, rushing waters
To retrieve the choicest salmon.
When the sun warms your back,
You meticulously forage for blueberries
And delicately lick honey from your lethal paw.
How blessed we are
To follow your shadow,
To hope for a glimpse of
© Judith C Evans 2008
Submitted to Thursday Think Tank at Poets United prompt #52 -- animals