Soft whispers Jack's last frigid gasp

Slumbered stirs, nestle tight, gentle rousts, by morning's light
Woe to them that travel near, be mice, or man, and even deer.
Shake then yawn, and turnabout, sniff an snort, its hairy snout.
Grasp, it tries, that drowsy trap, to no avail, it can not nap.
Wakes the beast, now emerge, from hibernation, doth it purge
Heavy lids, squint in pain, the sun's imprint, still remain.


Claws it now, for frozen dirt, to prance and paw, the tender Earth.
Pleased to find, seasons end, now its feet, it must attend.
First to rub, and scratch its back, then peel some wood, and hear it crack.
Look upon this virgin spot, to see this year, what nature's wrought.
Gathers all abundant grace, and walk around, to mark its place.
Warning those that wander near, in this place, it holds dear.


Crossing grasses, maunders 'bout like many a time before,
Paths to trek by leaps and bounds, from sanctum's gentle core,
Strolls its range, along its way, for either peace, or war,
To feast upon, what spoils found, be it root, fish, or fowl
Life it knows, all depends, what's placed within its jowl
Keeping pace, with digestion rates, to hinder belly growls.

Sun
Helios's Chariot
Cross the sky
Life force of Gaia's
Children

Do you see the wonders found, overlook the mysteries you saw at one time,
Trample now underfoot, colored petals that fill the air with fragrant aroma.