Winter has returned
and with it the migrating
Bear and her eager Cubs,
their old habitat deserted
the Forest and Wild,
not so plentiful of
natural prey as once was;
They are hungrier this year
the Bear and her Cubs,
the Freeze now starts earlier,
there is less time for
the Bear to feed;
Others too feel the
harsh old Sun,
spending longer hours
tracking the same
meagre morsels;
Urged on by whetted appetite,
they go searching,
searching,
searching nearer,
nearer to the town,
the migrating Bear
and her eager Cubs;
Winter has returned.
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