Bears and Amber

Ron Koppelberger

Bears and Amber

He consumed the savory bee wrought toil of honeycomb and syrup in great gulping gasps, adamant in his swallowing cadence. “GGGGGGGRRRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRR!” the bear grumbled and rumbled in sticky sensations of satisfaction and belly full fashion.
The zodiac sparkled heavenward and the wind coursed through his dark ebony assay of fur in refined miasmic mists, the perfume of bears and wild beasts in frenzied fuming hunger, wild in tandem with a rare rose and the drizzle of pine sap drifted in the lazy tendriled currents.
The baby cooed and the bear nuzzled its tender flesh, just a bit of honey and the chewed remnant of a briar hare, the baby suckled and ate. Laughing the baby touched the mother bear with outstretched fingers, tiny wrinkled and pink.
The bear drizzled a bit of honey from it’s maw and amber droplets of honey sang in dewdrop nourishment as the tiny child cooed a lyric cry of survival and adaptation. The lyric of bears and man, babes and wild claims of springtime miracle and as our elders say the mystery of the baby perfect in wild and tame, in bond and instinct, the mistress sings,

“Vanguard in reflection

Souls in perfection,

A tidy boarder breached

The lord in angels we beseech,

The lyric tale of babes and beasts,

Mans amend to the festival and the feast,

He portends the light in the wood

And the glow in what could,

The first burning passion in human force

And divergent shades of summer course,

The cleft between will and untamed lands of harvest mill,

Asserting the covenant between bear and babe,

Mystery and rave,

In ancient sums of harmony and song,

In rest of days eternally long.”

*And the babe was named chance for the wont of mans unease with the world.