NIGHT CAPERS
At night
when he thinks I'm asleep,
the Eskimo hunter climbs
down from his shelf.
With a clatter of weapon
gathering, he goes on a winter camp.
Upstairs
the polar bear rug hears him,
raises its head, snarling
and rearing threateningly.
A battle ensues.
The Inuit child in his mother's arms
is wakened - Little Warrior
chuckles at the sound of hunting.
In the morning
the mother still stares
with Mona Lisa eyes
over the head of the child
sleeping in her arms.
The hunter stands
spear forever poised
over a soapstone fishing hole.