28 Apr

Image and text by Rick McVicar      

A bear cub crawled onto my backseat.  

I hope I never meet his magnificent mama.

 The cub smiled at me, oh so cute. 

I am sure his papa is a brute. 

He wants a cookie, I just bet. 

I wish a game warden was nearby.

Should I offer a piece of fruit?

His mama might want to loot

My cupboards and my fridge, 

Never mind my hungry kids.

 My hair is standing on my neck. 

My nerves are a total wreck. 

I see the mama coming around.

 I freeze so I don’t make a sound. 

The cub crawls out of the car. 

All I see are stars.

The bears walk back into the woods, 

Back to their natural neighborhood.

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