1Ursus 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