a bear
There comes a knock
at the door, at dawn, a bear,
seemingly thinks
he was invited for snacks,
sealing his deal with a wink
you let him in,
ask where’s he’s been
and the bear it asks for a drink.
I pour him a glass,
the finest cognac, my mother’s
in one bear breath,
he’s already asking
for another
I refused and shouted
him out with all my might.
Now I know that I
shouldn’t have drinks
with a bear in the
middle of the night.
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