Dont Get Too Close
Don’t get too chose I cautioned my child.
He looks meek now, for he is sleeping, so he is mild.
But he is a bear, and he might be a grizzly at that.
The next thing I knew my child was waving his hat.
Standing on top of the giant sleeping bear of course.
The bear opened his eyes and I yelled out “Norse!”
Norse grinned at me and then slid down the giant’s neck.
The giant slapped at him with his paw, as if he were a speck.
“Take me!” I yelled as I ran toward the giant beast.
As a mother, it was what I could do, it was the least.
The bear stood up and lumbered off, ignoring us both.
“It was the scariest thing ever” I wrote down in a quote.
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