Sometimes I go bear hunting…

Sometimes I go bear hunting…
I am a great tracker because my nose is a built in GPS…
I’m always careful not to step on twigs…
And I’m patient, never paying attention to time.

Bears are unusual characters…
Big and stinky and furry, with big white claws and yellow teeth…
To me, they are the beast of all beasts…
Yet often, I find them lying in fields of pastel colors, playing with butterflies.

I’ve never actually caught a bear…
If I did, I would tear it to shreds!
I hear they have a sweet and sour taste…
Sweet because they are always feasting on strawberries…
Sour because, like me, they eat other nasty things (Hmm, I wonder how I would taste?)

When I’m on the hunt, I’m in a place of no prejudice or bigotry (I respect the bear as my equal…)
I’m no longer like a sponge soaking up guilt for things I haven’t done…
There is only the wind, the birds, and the patter of rain on the leaves…
It is as if, a hundred new windows have just opened.

This is a place where no one is looking for me…
The past forever gone…
Actually, I’m not sure I want to hunt the bear…
It is really not my enemy and I think we could be friends.

Go out today and make friends with a bear!

I love you,

Annie