Waltzing Bear
Written: November 03, 2023, For Brian Strand Contest
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I was just a child,
enraged by my inaptitude to act
I dashed home,
surprised,
my eyes wide open
trying to retain the tears at bay,
fists clenched
palms are pierced by nails,
lungs contract, begging for breath...
I couldn't keep an eye on him.
He was
a dark furred man-bear
with forlorn, teary eyes,
waltzing to the beat of a drum.
In his irises, I saw
the lushness of wetlands,
cherries and wild fruits
the vastness of the mountains
as well as the nectar of icy streams,
and honey-laden trees.
With a chain around his neck,
standing tall on his back legs
all
he was pleading for
was
freedom.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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