Bear out of the lair:
Grunting breath
an approaching sound
all around --
but where?
I run up here,
I run down there
then stop --
his presence fills the air;
to call or move I no longer
dare.
And the friendly dogs
who'd lain at my feet,
thought safe to greet,
arise to rage --
no cage.
No cage.
2 comments:
You painted this picture so well, I could almost feel the bear's breath on MY neck!
Sorry -- didn't mean to scare anybody! :)
Thank you!
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