The Bear In The Forest

The black.
Under a dead sky.
Formless then
The single blade of light sweeps fast across the forest
illuminates each slice of the stillness
illuminates for an instant
the slick and sheen
of its matted fur
caked in mud.

Again,
the blade of light sweeps the stillness fast,
but
some shadow has shifted
less than sight can catch
but enough to feel.

Again
the blade of light sweeps faster
faster faster
dim shine in its
obsidian irises
faster
its hunched figure backlit
closer
a frame
closer
a frame a frame a Frame

Its
Eyes

***

my body jolts awake
in the cold sweat of my sheets
the fourth
time
that
night

it waits in the blade