N. is for The Three Bears

The Three Bears

I ride my jeep upon the mountain above my house
I try to be quite as a mouse
There are a bear, and cubs that have a den
Sometimes they come down, and raid our chicken pen
I saw the mama bear before
She was standing at my neighbors back door
She is very large
I doubt if she could stand in my small garage
She is as black as coal
And I have seen her in the snow
I always watch them from afar
They are something to admire
Sometimes late at night
I watch as they stroll under our outside light
They drink water from our pond
They never linger long
I just thought I would tell you about our three bears
They really are there
This poem isn't just a tale
And, no they're not for sale
~*~