god'swife28 Jan 2006

You've got some lovely images here, a very real environment.

Somehow I have trouble imagining a cub frisking with hours, but i like batting at time. I can't understand why, but there it is.

Since you change from the cub awake to asleep, maybe you should start a new stanza at 'With measured breath.'

I don't understand 'tamed to hand.', or 'dogs like mastodons'(those would be some big-ass dogs).

I admire the meter and the assonance of the last eight lines. They display your understanding of poetics without being over the top.