source Rolf Hicker PNG
When small bears starve
I cry blue sky tears.
This is the time they walk the shore
in search of fat salmon
to gather girth for the winter ahead
but the salmon are not here.
The animals all
have questions in their eyes:
where is food? where shelter?
where, in this noisy, chaotic world,
do they belong?
"This is what extinction looks like,"
the oracle says,
eyes of truth
gazing into our
My heart is helpless with grief;
turn a blind eye.
Nature is taking the only course
since she is getting no cooperation
When small bears starve,
I cry my blue sky tears.
Impulses by Loui Jover ~ Pinterest
for Sanaa's prompt at Real Toads: October - When Poets Dream, Lament and Sing.
The image above is what inspired my poem, along with the bears, who are on my mind non-stop these days. The song choice is "Somewhere I Belong".
First Nations are taking salmon to the shore to help them. A man on the news said he "prefers to let nature take its course." Nature IS taking its course - the only course it can, responding to what we have done to the earth to create this distress. Sigh.