The babbling brook leapt
Like a jester, dancing before the king.
Golden rays of sunlight sparkle to the tune
Of the sweet melodic flow of the stream
As they reflect off the surface
Mirroring musical Christmas lights.

The bears eyes grow wide in anticipation
Waiting for the trout to leap
Into their deathly grasps.
First one and then another
Clutch their slippery prey.
That ***** wildly like a bird.

On completion of the task
And without obvious instruction
They depart the water, each with a meal
Their teacher smiles as a proud mother should
While planning tomorrow's lesson
From her curriculum for life.