1/26/2025 0 Comments Target practice - Sarah WetzelIn the morning, I read on Facebook
that the she-bear is dead shot eight times by an off-duty cop the same bear I watched just a year ago fold down our bird feeder like a fan her two cubs drunk on suet and seed Her carcass is an uncrossable fissure that we drag through the dirt looking for a way to clarify our care by emoji as if it wasn’t always our fault We took down the bird feeders too early Last year it was too late Her two new cubs look down from the oak’s uppermost branches The tree sways and they sway like tiny dark rainclouds and the actual clouds resemble a ghost army of bears Two bluejays dive bomb their heads cruise missiles shrieking their own kind of rage A voice on the telephones warns to let nature take her course In the video I took last year I watch my she-bear carve a black hole in the dirt, scuffing her circuit it seems a warm place for lying down I mean, it looks like a target
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