It isn’t the gleam of her coat
or the sharpness of her eye
that makes a wolf beautiful
but her fearless, prancing step
as she glides through the forest
surely scenting her distant prey

A bear’s huffing growl and snarling basso roar
and towering angry stare isn’t what makes her great
but her carefree pleasure in fishing for a nap in sunlight
her willingness to die fighting tooth and nail to save her cubs

It isn’t our standing at the front line that makes us brave
but our strength in getting up at next dawn’s light to do it again
our Elders and ancestors guiding us through lies and violence
we work together, support each other, and rise up against greed & fear