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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Nature · #1274377
Take down your birdfeeders!

BEAR COUNTRY


The mountain I call home is not mine alone,
there are deer, moose and red fox to see.
Coming as a surprise to these very old eyes
was that it is also big old bear country.

I heard the hooting, thinking it was an owl
who perhaps had sat too long on a limb.
Then I was told by a very good friend of old
that it was a bear and I felt pretty grim.

I'm used to frogs, chipmunks and dogs,
wild turkey, and even the birds and bees,
I love the sound of the loon with it's tune
and the red-headed woodpecker in trees.

But a big old bear can give me a scare
as it lumbers across the neighbors' yard.
I can't feed the birds, bears like birdseed.
I need a trusty dog who will stand guard.

A big old black bear doesn't have a care
and it thinks the woods are his to roam.
People like me still invade his territory
and will make ourselves right at home.

Now I shun the night, right after twilight
and I make sure that the door is locked.
A bear on my deck I don't really expect
but what if I am what he has stalked?

I don't cook bacon and I don't fry fish
or anything that would smell real good.
I respect his wish to eat lunch with me
but hope he goes back into the wood!

The mountain I call home is not mine alone,
there are deer, moose and red fox to see.
Coming as a surprise to these very old eyes
was that it is also big old bear country.

Countrymom
6/9/07


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