This bear,
Yes this bear, seems to be kind
He approaches me oh so tenderly
Surely I couldn't be so blind?
Shy in the beginning, like all relationships are
We warm up to each other. From far away he makes silly faces with his snout,
he makes me laugh.
This bear,
Yes this bear, seems to be sweet.
He brings me berries when I am hungry.
I toss him a piece of meat, food that is no longer bloody.
He stays with me when I am cold,
together we keep each other warm
This bear,
Yes this bear, I think might be the one.
For while other account of vicious bears,
They describe actions I could never dream this bear of doing.
He is kind to the other forest animals. Merely playing with them instead of eating them.
This bear is my friend.
I know we will be together towards the end.
This bear...
Not this bear.
He has done things I could never have imagined him doing.
Amidst the horror I had awoken upon
My heart he had been looting.
This bear
Not this bear, with the dangers he has put me in
Fighting more than I ever thought I would
He has become the very thing he swore he was not
My eyes were clouded
And now the mist I am shrouded
This bear
Yes this bear
Not all bears attack
And yet we describe them as a dangerous animal
What stops us from being classified the same?
