11 december 2011

poetry

Robt
Robt

The Bear

The Bear
 
Moving
slowly through the woods,
I feel the Bear
Walking
Along the ridge to my side. 

I
do not look at Him.
He
does not look at me.

But
I feel His eyes
And
He sees me.

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