That Old Black Bear
Tracked him for days on end
He’d catch the scent in the air
Being very careful not to offend
The feelings of that old black bear
Impressed by his masculine physique
And his skill with the prickly pear
Lending itself to the growing mystique
The legend of that old black bear
Finally caught sight of the beast
In admiration got lost in a stare
He didn’t seem to mind in the least
Curiously humored that old black bear
Two personalities observing one another
A feeling of amusement hung in the air
Then just as quick as the prodigal brother
Gone was that old black bear
Yet somehow in that tiny space
Each in appreciation now more aware
Beholding one another face-to-face
Just me and that old black bear