Dancing With Bear
by Jerry Dale McDonnell©2014 Published in Mungbeing.com #59 This is the dance. My legs are encased in rubber up to my crotch, water very close to breaking over the tops of my hip waders plays a light sloshing tune, my feet try a few soft shoe steps for balance in the mud that is almost up to my ankles. My left foot is near the bank. My right foot is near the deeper water of Shelter Creek. My left arm is stretched straight out grasping a handful of soil and tall grass on the bank, which is level with my chin, allowing my right arm to hold the 32-foot boat close to the bank. My focus is on the Alaskan Coastal Brown Bear twenty feet away. Christ on the cross comes to mind. The brown bear, as brown bears do, is pretending to be oblivious to we spectators. He or she, or as the animal correct, “it” (I think “it” is a boar) is grazing o