Wandering softly,
through the forest one night.
I came across a bear,
spoiling for a fight.
You woke me up of hibernation,
for that you must pay.
But first I will listen,
to what you have to say.
No one has ever come,
and woke me out of my sleep.
What do you have to say,
you pathetic little creep?
I'm sorry Mr Bear,
please don't kill me.
Look, I left a basket of food,
under that tree.
So you seek to bribe me with food,
but that won't work.
I will still kill you,
but I'll eat your food first.
But as the bear turned,
he felt a spear in his heart.
He looked back at me,
from a few feed apart.
He said you tricked me,
you cheating little man.
I said I did nothing at all,
but live by the law of your land.
by Ricky Silva, August 2013
Beautifully written poetry. Continue to write as this is one of your positive assets and offers those who are caged even within their hearts release if only for a moment as they write. You are a writer as being a writer means you write not that you are published only that writing has become your window to the world and your hearts passion and flow.
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