by Tim J. Myers.
Winter has blown down from the north
this starry hunt:
hunters and
proud; the Sky-bear,
a grizzly in dizzy circles.
All the men of the tribe together
slew the Bear
(little Alcor a fire-pot
in which they cooked the meat).
The soul of the Bear, however,
visible over snow.
The hunters? They fall sadly.
White winter; this new Bear
lies sleeping.