The bear finds and makes his meal - surely more than he can eat.

I want to say something - communicate “that’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

But I remember the last time I went that route - it didn’t end well for me.

The bear keeps track of his surroundings, while keeping an eye on his cub.

Making sure no one messes with the little guy, or they will face the wrath -

of getting wrestled and pushed to the ground while you cry for help.

Sometimes it’s fun to poke the bear, see what he will do.

Show or ask him something stupid while he gives his grunt of disapproval.

Or mess with him while he’s resting, pushing his limits to the max.

When it’s time to play, he runs at you at full speed,

because sometimes he doesn’t realize how much stronger he is than most -

and you better get out of the way if you desire to live another day.