Thursday, August 25, 2022

The Bear Minimum

Early morning in the country,

Walking solo on the road,

I was texting with my husband 

In his slow strained-muscle mode


When I heard the bushes rustling

So I glanced off to the right

And the head of a black bear popped up,

An unexpected sight.


It was only for a moment

But our gazes did connect;

Then that bear turned ‘round and vanished,

Which is not what I’d expect.


Bear! I texted, but my husband

Thought I’d simply made a joke,

So I called him and he heard the truth

The minute that I spoke.


I had 2 more miles of walking,

Which I did, but I kept track,

Peering in the woods intently,

Just in case that bear came back.


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