Her hair looks grayish and brown;
Seen in Grizzlies all over the world.
But this meadow is hers and
No other animal will try to take it.
For them the task is too tough.
In B.C.’s hot summer sun,
She looks at her cub in silence;
With only an occasional grunt.
She knows that world’s humans
Are not likely to come there to hunt.
She looks down at her baby
And gives a deep sigh
Her last little ones, after only
Six months, had started to die.
And left her quite lonely
Now, in the sunshine of summer
She cuddles her young one
In warm wonderful heat
And reaches down for more grass
Something she decides to eat
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