La Louve

The scent has come inside,
through rough-hewn logs
and settled on the skin
of last year's black,
a bear of grizzly size.
It was La Louve herself,
now free of pups again
out in the wild and free
to roam, to stalk, to kill.
The hunter hears the call,
and stays alert and still.

Herbert Nehrlich

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