Color of friendship

Neon blue, inspiration of Rothko,

I run my fingers through it,

streak my face, my arms,

a Scottish Pict preparing for battle.

My friend is wounded,

in need of protection,

I channel the spirit of the she-bear.

Nose skyward to catch the scent,

claws unsheathed, carnivores exposed,

towering, tossing the prey, light as salmon,

slashing belly, innards sloughing,

the snow bleeds into pink.