A Black Bear Cub Poem by Nirode Ray

A Black Bear Cub



On way, from Calgary to Jasper
we came across a cub, a black bear.

It was a wintery spring afternoon,
the cub was gorging on grass,
patchy green grass, leftover snow on its top
sniffing and nodding, wearing a fur sweater.

To enjoy the fun, we got out of our van.
We were so happy to see the bear
sloping lonely over there.
He gave us a stinky look of little favor
that furry cute cub, a black bear.

Out of the blue, the ranger appeared
and stepped out of her car.
She looked very pretty and smart
in her ironed shirt and slick hat.
She asked, with pity in her eyes
'guys, please go back to your car
it is not safe here'.
We smiled 'it's just a baby bear! '
she replied, a tint of neglect in her lips
'you have no clue of their power
they can charge you very fast
you won't have time to hide or run'

That moment, the clever chap made an eye contact
gave that stingy look back, and sighed
“You men hardly left any space for us,
that doesn't make you happy enough?
leave us in peace, in this pristine habitat.”

The ranger echoed the boy’s fear
and smirked at us with a sorry stare
'You heard him loud and clear
please guys, just get hell out of here'.

On way, from Calgary to Jasper
we came across a cub, a black bear.

Monday, March 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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