The bear with the seabirds in tow
swipes a giant claw through
the stream's icy winter coat.

A salmon bright red but
pink beneath the ripples,
breaks the surface,
as strings of water spill desperate
to return to the safety of mass.

Wriggling in the bear's unyielding grip
the salmon desires the same
but instead suffers the taunts
of the final few drips.

Squawking in anticipation
the birds circle lower than before
singing their chorus
like ranks of men at war.

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