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The Curse
Feeling the vibration of the ground, Big Elder Brother stays clear of my hunting. They know to stay clear as to not start a fight. I will kill a female or Cub of Big Elder Brother. Young Mato do not see, for Mother Bear watches and flees. Her understanding, Cubs do not comprehend but only watch as her lesson she will send. Older Male Mato rock back and forth. Swipe their paw in rebellion but lower their head in submission. Do not raise up, for death shall come quick. I will not hesitate to murder, I will not give second thought. If ye shall face me, death a lesson you have bought. I am Wasichu not Native to this dirt. I have met my kind in passing, circled them as we fed. Never have I hunted with "yee naaldlooshii". Nor battled till we bled. Hunting the same tȟáčȟa, never yielding my prey. For my size gives him pause to his dismay. I, much larger than brother "sungmanitu tanka", and faster than he. Forever shall I blend and disappear behind every other tree.
© Dale A Martinez
© Dale A Martinez
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