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Back-Off Bear

Shadows darken the faint notions of friendship
the cuddly bear stalks the tidal rivers
Watching his sloth engage in June courtship
stalker eyes glare giving lady shivers.
He calls, he tags, jumps and records her whims.
She links the real, he takes offence at naught.
He haunts, he trails, and records all her sins.
Hiding behind humour, his plan is fraught.
She can’t be caught with those eager to please
the forced smiles and the shallow agreements
she wants truth and matter deep as the seas
serious thoughts of comrade impeachment.
He watches her life from ghostly shadows
But he lives in the past, not tomorrow.



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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