Barry the Bear
Hunting
Hunting for berries
Away from my parent's side
Bumping
Rolling, sniffing near
I spot juicy little treats
Close-in
That a cry?
In my paws they leap
"Spare us monster"
"Big teeth begone"
" We are not tasty"
The youngster stares
And
They shiver in fear
Their puppy eyes won
But
What about lunch...
Loud Stomach Growl
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Malkin of Tabbyland
PoetryCongratulations to the winner of our March 2019 Contest @ImperfectPsychotic04! Hello and Welcome to the Poets Pub 2019 March contest.
