A sensitively written story in the LA Times, by Steve Chawkins.
Story of the Bear Sculpture
Note: Thanks to Robert Peake for calling our attention to the LA Times story.
Robert read the poem he wrote the morning after the bear was killed, at the Bear Art Dedication.
To the Bear in a Neighborís Tree
How quickly we become accustomed to the light,
blinking through discomfort, standing upright,
when our claws break, we fashion tools, use
them, and then just as easily put them down.
We discover clumps of hair on the ground,
and see our lack of fur as a great improvement,
stamping and shivering, we like a cold wind!
When our night vision fades, we stumble a dance.
Now, we have lost you too, primeval cousin,
lost the instinct that might have guided us
in shooing you back where you came from.
We can no longer smell what is on the wind.
You sat all day in a tree, learning our gestures.
You waved at the crowds and considered making a speech.
When you became too much like us, we brought you down,
and hauled your massive blackness into the night.
The truth is that we lost you long ago, long before
our friends loaded up their guns. Look how far
we have come! Our fingers fit the triggers.
And still we remember not to look in an animalís eyes.
I looked, and became frozen on my couch.
I blinked into the sunlight, and you were gone.
The black spot in the tree is no longer you.
It is the place that you have burned into my mind.
Poems and other writings by Robert Peake can be viewed on his website:
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