Rebirth of a Flower

Rebirth of a flower A month ago to the day black bears came to dismay. They uprooted everything I had in the face of doing something bad. There was no rhyme or reason given not one hint of an word driven. No e-mail, nothing, no ears to my questions of fears. It all seeded from a contest a non placing, I addressed. And true to form, black bears hush a word, beating around the bush. They stood sentry with iron fist deleting my account with Hells kiss. I cried that Christmas day of dead flowers in my bouquet. The next day a flower bloomed on edge of fear of black bears loom. A flower sees a little sunshine now stemming from their plow. connie pachecho 1/25/17