* My First Black Bear
I was taking a walk in the woods when
I was a kid when I saw my FIRST Bear.
Yes in deed he was Black his fur shinning,
gleaming like a shinny new penny from the
suns light shinning through the tall Pine trees.
I stood ever so still watching him as he chewed
the Berries off the brush, one by on this big
wild Bear gently taking the berries off.
I thought WOW something this big can be this
gentle I was struck with instant love and respect.
He knew I was watching him but never once
tried to hurt me or growl he just kept eating
and chewing until finally he had his fill.
Then he put his big paws upon one of the trees
and clawed it I jumped with such amazement.
After he finished he went on his way and I rushed
back to tell everyone that I had seen my very
First Big Black Bear I knew from that day on I
would love all Animals of all kinds Big and Small.
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