Our bear
smells like an old cottage rug;
is partial to sleep
and us
and loaf
and jug.
Our bear
dreams of honey hives;
leaves the shine of
Ursa Major
and Minor
in our eyes.
Our bear
is our bruin castle keep;
we whisper in his ears
one left
one right
constellated, constant, sweet.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
Our bear
smells like an old cottage rug;
is partial to sleep
and us
and loaf
and jug.
Our bear
dreams of honey hives;
leaves the shine of
Ursa Major
and Minor
in our eyes.
Our bear
is our bruin castle keep;
we whisper in his ears
one left
one right
constellated, constant, sweet.
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