Chinook

At times a fierce lion
stalking his prey,
weaving, dodging, waiting in lay.
At others, a mouse so meek
he hides from his shadow,
Skittish, and wart,
straying from battle.

Sometimes he's a teddy bear,
Soft, fuzzy and worn,
ready to cuddle,
tucked up in your arms.
Sometimes he's the sunshine
on a grey winter's day,
elusive as the warmth
found in those bright rays.