To Be A Bear

Yup...... to be a bear!

I often wondered how I would really fair,
If God had rather made me into a bear;
What would living life might have been,
The perception that I would have seen;
I would feel lazy able to as I hibernate,
Sleep for six months would feel great;
Keep eating in such a glut while awake,
Do not even worry about a stomach ache;
So far I think I'd really deal with that,
Six months sleep and the rest getting fat;
The kids at birth are merely walnut size,
A mystery until after opening your eyes;
For it happens all the while hibernating,
To think of missing out on the gestating;
Everyone knows that you mean business,
When around the cubs nothing to discuss;
A bear is expected to wake up grouchy,
Until being able to find something munchy;
Then again I would miss being a human,
Since a bear would not fit into God's plan.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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