Bearings Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm waking up, so it would seem.
And not from hybernation sleep.
It's kind of fuzzy, like a dream.
I remember making a leap,
When I got spooked by a damn car
On a bridge. I managed to hold
The edge, when I could see how far
The jump would be - fatal, all told.
But, being big, I could not swing
Back up, so had to just hang there,
Till people saw me in my cling,
Then tranquilized and saved this bear.

Now, safe and sound, and not a rug.
Sometimes humans deserve a hug.