The Eskimo
By TractorMan
The day dawns And the snow still falls Heard off in the distance A pack of wolves eerily call The Eskimo was busy Gathering his dogs around Preparing for the hunt Northward was he bound To hunt and to kill He would be worse for wear Not for elk and not for fish His objective was the bear Across the miles On tundra so bleak The food runs low And the dogs get weak Then over a rise Beyond a snow-covered hill A lone white bear Watching him and still The Eskimo with spear Running into the way Furious bear to greet him Sending snow like spray Each eyeing the other With nerves of steel One of them to become The other one’s meal A spear thrust here And giant claws slash back Fighting to the death They each parry and attack Bear charging Eyes of red Spear finds its mark And the bear falls dead The dogs bark and howl Their tails are wagging Back to the village he goes But there’ll be no bragging He doesn’t hunt and kill To bring himself pleasure Just feeding his waiting family Is worth more than buried treasure... just the sometimes brutal realities of life... Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 12:43 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The day dawns..."