The Bear, In His Decline
Sudden, surly, vicious words
shake them to their core
the bear's awake, they must not make
their lord and master roar
Spitting, snarling, diatribes
make them fear his growl
the bear's awake, they must not make
a noise while he's a'prowl
Slowly, sadly, bitterly
the years and decades passed
the bear's now old and they've grown cold
and yet their fears still last
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2015
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