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Alicia

The Bear

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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.
nothing more,
nothing less.

That magnificent creature of them all.
They are beautiful.
Imagine, think
Think
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.

3 comments

Rachel on 8 January, 2018

Wonderful writing. You are so good at poems.

Meghan N. on 15 January, 2017

Way to go Alicia !

Bonisha on 28 April, 2014

I really like how you described juicy details!! It makes me squeeze orange and make that juicy!!????!! U rock !!!!!