there’s a bear who stays inside
where the ice comforts his stride
his paws rummage through butter
his nose pressed soft to fish
he sits heavy among the meat
slurps soda cold and sweet
nudges noodles with calm hunger
licks rice like winter snow
a roar slices the frozen air
we shut the door in despair
how strange it is to share
a home with his heavy stillness
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Author:
gray0328 (
Online) - Published: July 7th, 2025 11:45
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Comments1
When you said bear in the fridge I thought of Klondike bars. A fun read that gives imagery to what is inside and accentuates the cool temperature inside. Nicely done.
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