A fellow bear crossed my path
several times that day

Yellow neon struck the cowardice
and the coffee shop as the sand,
grey of cloud night began to fall.

There were two women
and one was exhaling mist
as she smiled and said,
‘you’re on the merry-go-round,
be careful not to fall off.’

Complex formed cracked cobble slabs
feet tip tap splashed,
floating on the water and the air.
Red eyed in the green smoke, sleepless,
growing resent with the man
obsessed with destruction of the dream.

Scattered bears tight between tall towers
closed together by the mortar
a noise from us will scare.
There are not many of us left now.

The last fish of the night briefly shared,
climbing mountain steps to wooden cave.
The laughter on the way, do not forget me!

When the snow season chill draws closer
and the people light the sun;
they wander alone, foraging and fishing.

For the bear to commune
is a difficult thing,
you must listen to them roar
if you ask them to sing!

The bears they are a quiet folk.
and it's best they use a pen.