Bear Poop

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There was a glorious pile of fruit filled bear poop

Near our front door this morning

It stirs the imagination, whispering, “Bear”

Now if you will bear with me, while I reach for a metaphor.

My calling card may not always be pretty either,

But the connection between us, as creatures, is surely welcome

and fruitful.

 

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