Over the high snow peaked mountains and under the blankets
of clouds sat a grizzly bear with her cub on the flat frozen
tundra. The wind blew fiercely and hugged the underbrush of
budding red berries. In puffs and folds, circles of snow formed
piles of wedged drifts, like frothy currents on sea capped waves.
The mother and her cub moved up and into the canyons, crossing
valleys, passing pine trees, and willows full of mangled brown
roots. For two days, the mud on the trail had been transformed
into gated spikes as thorns of crust rose everywhere. The cub
followed behind in single tempo until they got to the rocks that
grew like monoliths above the blue horizon shining onto a half
frozen stream of spawning salmon. The mother had come home
to where she was born , showing me her new pride and joy.
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I love the way you command your words, brilliant.
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sweet
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Write A poem About The Racoon
Such a heart warming story need to be telt - seriously - Bless God - Joe -
Came here to return the favour
great story - the imagery great as well - animals know and feel more than we think or thought in the past - God's creation is so marvelous - we have been given dominion over them - for our use - not abuse - Bless God - Joe ----------------- peace
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Beautiful write
I so enjoyed your piece here and such wonder in the life of the wild . My sister had a raccoon she raised and when she had baies she brought the babies back up to the house for them to see and oh how she talked to them and coaxed them up close enough for them to know their scent . It was awesome
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