Little Bear Lost Poem by Angela Wybrow

It was late in January, when I got lost:
When, from a pushchair, I found myself tossed;
The child's mum was chatting away on her phone,
And, so I was abandoned and left all alone.

I looked all around and I saw Vigo Park;
I really hoped that I'd be found before dark.
I saw bushes, railings and an underpass,
And a road nearby, where cars drove real fast.

I was scared and lonely and feeling so down:
I really did hope that I'd soon be found;
The place I had tumbled was not in clear view,
And, what would happen to me, I hadn't a clue.

But, after a while, a couple passed by,
And the lady saw me out the corner of her eye;
She saw me there and guessed I'd been dropped,
And so she and her husband, thankfully, stopped.

She carefully climbed down the steep incline,
And soon her warm hand connected with mine;
She brought me back up and she sat me down:
I felt so pleased that I had been found.

But, then they left: they both walked away,
And, by the railings, I had to stay;
But, another lady, I, very soon, saw,
And she slipped her hand into my paw.

She pulled out her phone and took a photo of me,
And posted it on Facebook for people to see;
She finished her message with 'Please contact',
And then, to her warm home, she took me back.

So now I'm being looked after, until my owner is found,
And my photo on Facebook is doing the rounds;
I'm with many creatures of my own kind,
But, my original owner, I still hope I can find.