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Bobo the Bear
There is a baby cub Bobo who has lost his family and sow
His mother bear is gone, unable to teach him what to know
Alone he sits or stands in the grass or grabs onto a tree
Always watching from where he stops, with curiosity
He wanders around on the hill, restless without a playmate
He listens when I talk to him; our meeting can feel like fate
Each day he checks in a few times, sometimes runs, then comes back
Other times gone a while, until next day in trees; I see his color black
Today, I was only feet from him, after he had been near my chair
This bear cub has shown he just wants connection, someone to care
He has made this his partial home as he comes and as he goes
I watch him sit, stand, run and climb; now it is me he knows
Heidi Sands
7/31/23
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Heidi Sands
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