Mother Bear

Like a bear

Who stands up to its enemies

With its ferocious, bone-curdling cry

Scaring away those who stand in its way

Away from its untouchable shelter

There, in the shaded cave hides

Its fuzzy young bear cubs,

Relieved from the terror up front

As the monster who was once so large

Shrunk to the size of a cub at the sound of her 

Roar. 

Yet despite the bear

Being ferocious and gigantic in height

Its terror reaches the size of the cubs

Foraging for filling honey in trees, and 

Abundant fish in lakes,

As the precious cubs are sheltered

In the mother bear's warmth. 

It licks the cubs clean,

Tending to their wounds

With her tongue, and

Once they are patched up,

They are ready to climb and hunt

Trees for honey and lakes for fish,

So that they too can become 

Warriors for their cubs. 

Like a bear

Who protects and nurtures its clubs

All by itself,

You hunt and you climb,

Yet you find healing

In the wounds I bleed from.