The Bear Trap

I stay inside my cave, a bear pissed of and raw,

little bits I try to save, rippin meat off of the jaw.

listen to whipping winter wind, cold world out side

frosty snow falls upon the jagged mountain where I reside

instincts be my guide, there's blood all over my hide

woke from my sleep dreaming of sheep and little bow peep

pride in my heart, work of art when I begin to move around

crunch of the snow sounds like breaking bones on ground