Bear
She says I am a bear this morning
- my hairs bristle,
apparently I’m unbearable.
I tell her I love
park rangers and children,
mention that I am more
an amiable walrus.
She’s not buying
the whole walrus thing.
I follow her to the breakfast table
growling,
black coffee in hand.
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