Triplet Bears

triplet bear cubs are enjoying the remainder of the old hollow stump.
they’re hanging off pieces of her, one has fallen down on his soft rump.
mama is patient, but daddy bear might have turned into a grump.
You are on mama’s last nerve said the loudest one, a two-year-old chump.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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