The Bear

November 23, 2009
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I looked upon the burrow near
And from within came something queer
An older bear with dusty eyes
Whose feet seemed aged with God's demise
The bear was close, I smelled his musk
The bear I feared was there for trust
But this musk I could not stand
Like burning weeds in flow and bend
The bear looked up, upon my face
And gave a look of grave disgrace
This look he gave me of certain hate
Was one my heart couldn't take
I ran, I flew, I sprinted quick
I fell, I cried, my breathing was thick
The bear was gone, no more pitch black fur
And I lay on the ground and stir
I wait
And listen
The silence sustained
The great bear never seen again

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