The Bears Have Warm Ears Poem by Steven Robinson

Shadows come and shadows go, they grow long on the side of the road,
the cold bites at my ankles and grasps at me ears.
Sometimes I wish were were hibernating deep in our caves,
like warm cosy animals huddling like bears.

The night grows longer and the days grows shorter,
the wind in the willows is like an angry hunter.
Always on the prowl for it's next sneak attack,
catching umbrellas, skirts and all that.

I like the feasts of winter that keep my belly warm,
I can take on the cold now, as long as I walk fast.
With my blood pumping, the air has no bite,
I can't wait to sit in front of the fire tonight