A bear alone, without her cub,
no sight or sound, no love to give –
no sight or sound, her lonesomeness,
some nights she spills her will to live.
A bear alone, (as though we’re one)
in the steepest vale ‘neath tall dark green,
around (us) bowing arrows wait,
around (us), hunters aim unseen.
‘tween graves in fog, and angels in mist,
and only (our) hope breathing life
in faith for sons who dwell with those
with sight and sound, ‘tween day and night.
Let arrow fly and strike its mark,
let blood flow free and breathing cease,
let hunters cheer they felled the (bear),
whose cub romps free, ‘tween man and beast.
Call me Hanq 
i def feel for the bear…the lonesomeness when death might be a relief…and the cub alone in the world in the end…it comes full circle…
Thank you Brian. Not much of a future for a cub in world where the path between man and beast is so narrow. Always appreciate your visit.
My interpretation of this was allegorical but I may have gone the wrong direction. Either way it flowed so well, with an empathetic draw. The repetition at the end is quite effective.
I would allegorically agree. Thank you for your kind words and visit.
Hi Henry – You walk a narrow path in this poem between light and dark, gloom and whimsy, manic and depressed, yin and yang. Nice metaphor!
Thank you, yes a path between sight and sound, deepest valley and tallest trees, between bow hunters, graves and angels, the bear and her cub, day and night; contrasting the thinest of paths between man and beast and the bear and my main character.
That last stanza painted a dark and chilling picture for me ~ I like the ‘tween in your stanza, night and day, man and beast ~ Enjoyed the visit ~
Thank you, was a tale of tweens.
Ohhh… the cub.
Love the emotions here.
the loneliness can be felt in each line here…and can be read literally or as a metaphor.. def. a felt piece henry
Thank you, I agree both metaphorically and literally 🙂 or somewhere, ‘tween.
Well done Henry, highlighting the plight that the hunter leaves behind. Reminds me of the series filmed in Montana, recently.[Hey, Bear!]
felt the yearning here Henry ‘the bear alone withut her cub ‘ so very sad – lib
This has such a great ‘traditional’ feel…and I think form like this has a way of enhancing emotion, particularly melancholy, so very well….made me think about all the lone cubs out theremin a world full of hunters – great piece Henry
I took it as a metaphor too – and liked the use of rhyme and rhythm