lately, there’ve been reports
of black bear sightings
along many of my daily trails
– regrettably, a day or so
after my eager excursions
at the Pole Farm
I follow very deep
intense
extremely straight tracks
incised through mud
in the dark wood
and o, how I want them
to mean coyote
near Keefe Road,
next to my parked car’s back tire
this stack of very pointy
very glossy
berry-filled
black scat
could very well be
weasel
don’t get me wrong
I’m happy for brown thrashers
green frogs
rare monarchs, sipping
among flowers taller than I
on the bridges trail
where the fox roams
I count twenty paces between
bursts of “eau de terroir”
why then
does it matter
so very much
that these sites
belong to the bears?
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