Just Bearly

My friends were here; We saw no deer. (They’re hiding from the cull.) It would appear The atmosphere In Hemlock* seems quite dull. The time was nigh; My friends waved bye And headed to the city. I will not lie; I’d hoped we’d spy A bear, but here’s the pity: By morning’s light I had a fright Which made me stop and gawk. A mama bear With cubs, a pair, Passed by me on my walk. Who would believe When friends take leave The action just gets started? I can’t conceive That just last eve They bearlessly departed. It goes to show You never know What Nature may have waiting; And even though My friends did go, Those bears kept navigating. Perhaps next year They’ll reappear When those same friends come calling; Then we’ll all spear A souvenir Of Nature most enthralling! *Hemlock Farms, a community of homes in Pa.