Low clouds cover road.
An autumn scene is revealed.
Bear cub lies dying.
Driver’s eyes widen.
The fall’s chill ills them inside.
Cub cries in ag’ny.
Greyness enters soul.
Harvest gloom looms overhead.
Li’l legs are flailing.
Time passes as cars.
Folks enjoy fall foliage.
People stop—gawk—drive by bear.
'Tis the right season.
All life has its own autumn.
Apathy is death’s design.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 18, 2025.
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Stark and cold as the season you blend and carry though each stanza with the image. The cold reality of death pulls at the heart. Nature's way for all to see with little that can be done but accept and prepare for the winter. Your imagery is splendid Tristan but it is the construction and blending that gets the fave on this poem and its message. Very nice
Thank you, Soren...your read captures it perfectly...the chill, the stillness, the ache of helplessness. I’m grateful it reached you, my friend. I am humbled by the fave. 🕯️🐻🙏🖤
You are most welcome Tristan
Well said. The poem explores themes of mortality, apathy, and the inevitability of death, juxtaposed with the beauty of the autumn season. It suggests that the indifference of people to suffering reflects a deeper existential truth about life and death.
Beautifully observed, Friendship. The season’s grace and cruelty walking hand in hand...that’s what I wanted to hold in those lines. Grateful for your read, dearest poet and friend. I am thankful for you. 🕯️🐻🙏🖤
No, not a Popeye tale. I took a dead fox on a country lane to a pub once. Not sure why I did. Maybe I thought they could bury it. But they were aghast.
LOL! 😝 Were you one of the travelers in an American Werewolf in London...visting the Slaughtered Lamb off the moors were we? 🤣 And, dang it, even if not a tale...that Popeye still gets around. Around how? Don''t answer that!
Really appreciate the fusion of cold, death and apathy so well alluded to in your disciplined piece and the commentary following, Tristan. With all of you all the way.
On just a marginally more practical note: You are there - either save the bear or shoot it, because I can't stand the ongoing agony....
Beautifully thought out write but sad, the harsh reality of death for all living creatures, I would of at least moved it, so it didn't get hit again. Another great write
The decision we've all come across. Do we or do we not?
The time of year adds to the gloom, and nature takes its course.
I wonder as humans if we're becoming more insular.
it is so true that apathy has set in, and the little baby bear is left to wallow in its misery - serving only as a wayside interlude for many who pass by - sad state of affairs indeed - why can't someone call the SPCA and save the little creature is beyond my comprehension
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