The Cuddly One

I sat in a café minding my own business trying not
to order a second chocolate éclair when she entered,
a cuddly woman of a race called the children of
the wind, her I gave the second éclair.


She invited me home, she lived in a house where
the forest begins, and on her duvet sat 35 teddy
bears which she lovingly moved, putting them in
in the hall for the night.


When I awoke a big teddy bear was sleeping next
to me; and as bears, so I’m told, tend to be grumpy
in the morning, I silently dressed and tiptoed down
to the kitchen, the cuddly woman wasn’t there.  


I ate breakfast alone, rice pudding with honey,
but when I heard the big bear getting out of bed
I hurriedly left not wanting an argument about
the empty jar of honey left on the table.