Nov 29, 2018
Walking in moccasins
Boots made for snow
Long hair flowing, freezing
Beaded braids glowing in a halo
Of moonlight
I step one by one in the footsteps of a giant
Bear, where will your hunger lead you?
Bear, where will you roam?
Bear, how can you find me?
Bear, will you eat me alive?
I have a fantasy-- and it is probably a silly one—
That Bear and I will have tea
And he will let me scratch him behind the ear
And the most harm that will come to me
Is a slight rash from the roughness of his tongue
A thousand bear licks, its not a phrase you hear every day
And the truth is, on that smooth snowy night
I was in jeans and a poncho
And wore faux fur boots
And my long hair was actually in pigtails
The snow enveloped us like a soft, cold blanket
Where hops grew by the trickling river
And everything, everything
Was covered
In white.
(Originally written in 2012)
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