That Old Black Bear

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