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NIGHT CAPERS

At night
when he thinks I'm sleeping,
the Eskimo hunter scrambles
down from the shelf he rests on
all day.  With a great clatter
of weapon gathering, he goes
on a winter camp.

Upstairs in the spare room,
the polar bear rug hears him,
and raises its head snarling.

A battle ensues.

The Inuit child safe asleep
in his mother's arms wakens -
Little Warrior chuckles
at the sound of hunting.

In the morning the mother
still stares with Mona Lisa smile
over the head of the child
sleeping in her arms.
The bear is silent
while the hunter stands
spear forever poised
over a soapstone fishing hole.

      

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Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,

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Originally published by The Music House Press.
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