I watch the way of a bumbling bear
lumbering slow from deep winter slumber.
Grubbing soundlessly his nose to the ground
fidgeting for the good grubs to be found.
He'll eat whatever he can encumber
as he bumbles about without a care.
Fury hair curls thick from winter's scorn.
He is a burly brute though just a black
His pig eyes see me and he grunts a growl.
I wet my pants bleating a strident howl.
The brawny bruin bolts, I don't look back.
I'm breathing deep breaths until I am worn.
The flight and fright pulsates within my heart.
I know that bear laughed from the very start.
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Comments
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writing from experience?
this is very good!
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I laughed so much, the imagery in this was so funny but scary at the same time.. good luck
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very nice.
this is kinda deep, i sorta kinda get it but when i get back from tennessee ill be sure to give it another look. thanks for entering!
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