Poem by Sue G. Russell
I bet they see us, more than we see them.
And when we do, we trumpet, our digitals in our hands.
“Bear walking down Cumberland, just five minutes ago,” we warn.
But when they see us, they let us pass, then quietly, move on.
And, you know, it’s not because they’re shy, well maybe, just a bit.
It’s more just that they know us, and what they know is this:
The humans, they are dangerous and unpredictable, too.
Think they’ll end the world, bears wonder. What are we to do?
Nothing much, just keep the faith, intone your nightly prayer.
Keep us safe Lord, us from them, their cars and their guns.
We are peaceful, we are the bears, and we are always on the run.