Ursus Majorus

The mother

The protector

The guide

Ursus Minorus

The child

The protected

The guided

We look at the stars

And watch as they twinkle

Small speckles of light

Shining against the bleak darkness

Who would imagine that these spots of light

Which are separated by our pinky nail

Are actually many many fingernails apart

The mother bear which seems to cuddle her cub

Is actually frantically searching from many fingernails away

The vast nature of space separates us all

But also seems to comfort us

Like a mother bear cuddles her cub