Like a flower at the center
of the cage, a mass of crimson red
and fur standing. 

I see the bear behind the cage
ready to devours its second prey. 

The rabbit is scared, the cage is holding. 
I grab a stone, big enough to hurt the bear. 

Will he fight me for his snack? 
He is not afraid. He still taste blood. 

He wants more of it, winter is drawing near
and he is not fat enough yet. 

The cage, the noise makes him retreat. 
I throw the stone, knowing I won't 
hit him. It's big enough to scare him. 

Melina comes out banging pots together. 
He doesn't like that and runs away. 

This left a weird impression on me. 
Even the word 'BEAR' triggered something
during the day. The raw power of a 
bear eating a soft rabbit. 

He came back that night for the second rabbit.
The rabiit ran away, I could see its track
in the fresh snow. How long will he survive 
in the wild?