Escrito por Alicia
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.