away from ice and wilderness inside the cave's domain.
His dreams are touched by Summers passed, asleep within his lair.
When warmth returns, he'll reemerge still limping from the pain;
The hunters tracked and targeted, the bear became the prey.
The bear sought love and found them out, an easy shot to place.
When he got close enough to see the rifles held at stay,
it was too late to realize the malice in their face.
They left him there all shot to hell, to track a challenge worthy.
Oh those hunters could not recognize that the beast had fallen early.
Somehow surviving, broken, stiff
the bloodied bear still kept ahead
towards the distant rocky cliffs,
to make his final Winter's bed.
