The Boy, The Bear And The Hare Poem by Kim Schilling

A hush fell like whispers in the cool air.
The bold children pushed each other on a dare,
knowing all too well they’d get a good scare,
for hidden in the deep, dark cavern lived a bear.

Now she was no ordinary bear sleeping unaware.
She lay patiently waiting for one without a prayer;
just one to wander too close to the front of her lair.
She could sniff them getting closer, almost there!

She excitedly licked her chops and groomed her hair.
Soon there’d be a banquet to which none could compare.
Crackling leaves and sticks, she looked up with a stare!
It was him! Little boy! Eyes big and wide, full of despair!

Peeking around for the other bears, as she wasn’t gonna share,
she let out a growl, grabbed the boy and threw him in a chair.
But just as she was about to eat him up, along ran past a hare.
“Run, boy, snare me that hare! I prefer him to you! Medium rare! ”