Fafila's bear

had
had enough
of honey

jesses loosed,
no raptor
to witness
the bloodying
of that Asturian forest's floor

she
flew
back
to find
the crows at harvest,
their work
near to completion

the hunting party
salvaged what remained
for a king's burial...

offspring shed their legacies... scattered

poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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