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Weary Paws

On weary paws
Through stretched out days
Blood stained claws
To memory fades.
“No rest for the wicked”
An unfair sentiment?
Because he’s unrestful
Means he’s not innocent?
Onward he plods
Through wind and though rain.
Those looking down,
Unaware of his pain.
Unaware and uncaring
The crowd stares on.
Mountains cold and glaring,
Bear has been gone so long.
Gone with no place to rest.
His cave found empty
He sleeps. Hoping for the best:
A welcoming dawn to see.

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My Lady and Her Bear

My lady fair,
And her bear,
Set to sea last winter.
Cold wind blowing,
Neither of them knowing,
Whither the snow had sent her.
But their picnick at sea,
Gave them such glee
As they cared not to question.
They said “Let it blow!
We care not for snow!
Our boat shall be our bastion!”
Everyday watching ocean I,
Gaze upon the horizon wishing to spy,
My lost love, her bear, my lady so fair.
But remembering her joy in departing,
I cannot help imparting,
My joy to you,
Of our love so true,
That she’d never be truly departing.

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An Average Day

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The eye opens to the first light of day.
The sky fills with clouds,
And rain falls.
An old man imparts his wisdom,
And a young man learns.
A bear wakes from her slumber.
A mountain bows to the wind.
Earth moves farther ’round the Sun.

The eye opens to the first light of day.
An old man fills with clouds,
And rain falls.
The Sky imparts its’ wisdom.
A Mountain learns.
A bear rises from her slumber,
And a young man bows to the wind.
Earth moves farther ’round the Sun.

An eye closes to the first light of day.
A young man fills with clouds,
And wind blows.
A mountain imparts its’ wisdom,
And a bear learns.
An old man begins his ever-slumber,
And the rain bows to the sky.
Earth moves farther ’round the Sun.

The Sentinels Black Fur

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The sentinels black fur,
Was taken just for her.
Sleeping in the cave,
Or was his own grave?
Guarding his own home,
A hunter took his bone.
With a loud and sudden sound,
The sentinel fell to the ground.
That same hunter took his fur,
And transformed it just for her.
Now she lies in bed at night,
Waiting for the morning light,
When she can rise once more,
And gaze upon the cold hard floor.
Why upon the floor she gazed?
For that is where the sentinel lays.