The last thing you do after hibernation,
is poke the mother bear.
She spends the darkest months,
tending only to her cubs.
She fights the darkest nights,
warms the coldest days.
The hunters start to come,
to them it’s open season.
With the tags in hand,
it becomes their night.
The lives they will destroy,
become their greatest trophy.
No mother bear will go down without a fight,
protecting her cubs through the danger of the night.
The Other Side of the Semicolon 