I met a bear on a city roadside accidentally.
'Don't get frightened that I know Men sing well
And I would like to hear a song from your deep voice.'
The bear told in a friendly manner.
I strum my old Ukulele and started singing;
' It's mighty dark for me to travel*
Oh! The beautiful bears are our friends
That reminds us in the book of History.
Hardly I carry this honeycomb with bees in my childhood old satchel.
I am sorry, it could be melt now as my poor heart is warm like an autumnal breeze.'
Bear showed me a wry smile and I realized that sniffed I am an Alcoholic.
I saw some bruises on my back and that could be the touch of bear's claws,
But it's not painful.
The scenario resembles my precious grandson's lost 'Teddy bear' in this cryptic homeward dream.
(*'Bill Monroe with Jim & Jesse')
[ I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals.-A humble prayer-]
I dedicate this poem to baby Adam and I am sure that one day you understand this unseen old silly man's dream.
A fascinating dialogue with a black bear. They are very common to West Virginia. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
Great tribute, brother, your intellect is shown in every piece you write, well penned, you got my vote,10+++(I tried to rate this poem several times but it won't go through, something must be wrong with the site) keep it up, brother, Love and Peace, Romeo
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Your black bear is perhaps a metaphor for the darkness that hides in your heart. And yet, he is not a scary beast, but one who encourages you to sing and lighten your spirit. (a muse perhaps?) Your poems enchant, Nimal. Your images continue to amaze. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥