Brown Bear (ursus arctos)
Like a bear
living off Baby Ruths
scrounged from campers
and their campsites.
You roared your displeasure
bringing park rangers, Federales,
local police down on your head
(Not afraid of noise
a life punctuated by sound
in all its forms)
I can see you're starving
out there in the woods,
starved for love, money,
meaning, understanding
You come to me unarmed
(Is it only me that sees the claws
and teeth, that rangy frame
looming above me?)
So much fear in your eyes
(I won't make promises I can't keep)
November 11, 2015
prompt: animal poem
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