young bear lopes
along the bottom of our field
bobbing galloping galumphing
gains the scrub brush
sits up straight
completely still
snout pointed west
disappears into the woods
to do what all day?
rake berries into his mouth
hunt for chipmunks
down to the stream for
a dip and a fish
little eyes stare
into the sun
over the far hillside
moisture drips from his muzzle
someone has to study this
and what do I do all day?
stuff lunch in my mouth
get up
visit the bathroom
turn around in my own space
bother my head foraging through words
for words
someone has to study this
