Blue Bear

The Blue Bear stood across the channel
on a bank of stone and sand
he stood on two hind quarters
his growl was loud and grand

I heard the faintest shiver
in the waving pines on shore
the warning of an evening chill
sounded by his roar

Ghosts haunt his land
time ticks in his muddy tracks
ants flee from his path
the earth surrenders, night attacks

The sun slipped beneath the rope
a rocky mountainside reflects the moon
Blue Bear slinks into the shadows
Farewell friend, see you again soon


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