The Bear

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.
nothing more,
nothing less.

That magnificent creature of them all.
They are beautiful.
Imagine, think
Think
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.