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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4090 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Shooting the Bear Lauriette (Laurie Byro) I want to tell about what the forests were like— I have to speak in a foreign language. W. S. Merwin The wooded path is filled with voices. Trees, oh that would be too easy to describe the deep voices of the oaks, the bitter rasp of the willow. Sun displays mossy carpet, busy with ants. And who knows, Laurel, do they exist only once we know they are there? Today, I speak with authority. When a bear saw us on the path, we didn’t run from it, we made noise. We let it know who we are, why we are there. Yesterday, was a sad day and even now the maples, the elms cringe with the telling. Yesterday, an intruder to the forest wounded a bear and when foxes screamed with betrayal, a ranger came and humanely shot it to death, stopped its derangement, brought it out of itself. A man is being charged with shooting a bear. His lawyers paid for with money the bear knows nothing of, will insure he receives a fair judgment. Meanwhile, the trees are silent witnesses, the bear was shot in the back. |
