Grizzzzzz

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    Grizzzzzz

    Awakened early, he grumps along his trail,
    the enforced sleep grogifing his mind
    while breezes waft almost familiar scents.
    Claws, long and sharp, disembowels a log;
    where grubs wiggle and shine in the thin sun
    and are delicately plucked one by one.
    .
    Snuffling through the leafless brush
    Overturning stones, a living vacuum cleaner.
    Tiered, he seeks respite from his hunger
    drinking gallons of water then rests
    until hunger again gnaws him to his feet.
    He yearns for remembered fat salmon.

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