Bear Weather

In frog weather,
leap and splash.
In crow weather,
flock and caw.
In squirrel weather,
hurtle along bare wood;
in bear weather,
sleep long, sleep well.

That’s all.
All you need to know
to live around here
and fit in.

You could resist,
try each spirit on
out of turn
to prove you
are not subject to
the tried and true…
bah! As if we haven’t
already spent millenia
incorrectly.

It’s a deep cold day —
bear weather.
If you find you still need
the frog,

dream of it.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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