Little Bear

Within the wood a little bear who lived upon a glen,

Though wander from the spring till fall, by Winter need a den;

A place to rest his weary head and sleep the longest night,

To wait until the Spring again and bask in morning light.

His journey start upon the mountain tall as any cloud,

Till fog descend, from peek above, the way to fall in shroud;

The rocky path came jagged stone, a curse upon his paw,

Then vine entangle every step, with thorns as sharp as claws.

A further climb he go, but hope doth fall by what he see;

He catch the sight of eagle, great of wing, upon a tree,

A powerful commander of the sky, who bound to stay,

As sit over a nest, with tiny chick, of fluff and grey.

This mountain top too dangerous for little bear to rest,

So down he go, as quick he can, to where no rock or nest;

From jagged path, to greener walk, he finally doth find,

For maybe here will find a place, to shelter from unkind.

A further long he came across a forest full of life,

With ever green and sparrow small a place that free of strife;

Until a stag of power grace appear and then approach,

With antler such as these he thought, I better not encroach.

On further wonder doth he go, until he see the shore,

But when alas he reach the sea, no cave on sandy floor;

So to his task he off again for shelter without foe,

But journey long and tired so, his mind begin to woe.

He sat upon the hill, a hollow there for him to rest,

With heavy sigh, and furrow brow he look into the west;

At first he think a dream, or else a shadow on his eyes,

But could it be, what he has search, before him there it lies.

Inside the cave, a perfect size, for little bear to lay,

The earth so soft, the air so clean, and no one in his way;

And so he lie, upon the floor, prepareth, winter deep,

He close his eyes, for time has come, for little bear to sleep.