Black Bear
During the Fall of 2022, I was introduced to a new experience.
I was tagged by the Fish and Game Department and dropped
off in an unfamiliar area. I guess they like to study the likes of
me in their research.
They forced me to scare people needlessly as I searched for food.
I wish that I could tell them that it's not my fault, that I had no
say in the matter, and that I have simply been reduced to a project,
a study, at their expense.
I remember the time that I saw a man sitting by a window. Upon seeing him,
I walked over to the window hoping to make friends with him, but I quickly
saw that he was afraid and drove me away.
I wish that they knew how I feel when I hear the loud sound of gun fire.
No one is trying to kill me, but I have feelings and fears similar to their
own when I hear such threading sounds. Just because I am a bear doesn't
mean that I desire to hurt people.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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