He walked, he walked, his broad shoulders
red, hot with muscles.
His raggly, untidy fur smiled up at me,
which explained what I could see.
I call him the bear,
just the bear.
That magnificent creature of them all.
They are beautiful.
The bear, the brown bear, he listened.
There was a silence.
It was as if the world was dead.
The bear pawed the ground.
I heard his sound.
His brown eyes glittered, staring down at me.
Rachel on 8 January, 2018
Wonderful writing. You are so good at poems.
Meghan N. on 15 January, 2017Way to go Alicia !
Bonisha on 28 April, 2014I really like how you described juicy details!! It makes me squeeze orange and make that juicy!!????!! U rock !!!!!