Poem I wrote

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GHOST BEAR

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A bear has walked through my yard to the woods

Every year

Since he was a toddling cub

Following his majestic mother with a sibling by his side

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One year the sibling and mother was no longer with the bear

So he walked alone

Getting bigger every year

Visiting my food bowl in the woods

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I thought of him as "my bear" 

Though, of course, he wasn't mine

As nothing is really mine

He was his own bear, and I loved him

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Last year the bear did not come, not once

And I suspect he will not come this year either

I imagine he has moved on

To a better wilderness, a mate

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Since I am free to think whatever I please.

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