Just Passing Through|
This time of year bears are constantly passing through here.
Now and then one will stop long enough to tear apart a Bar-B-Q or crap on the neighbours sundeck.
He ambled past the horse corral,
As daylight slipped away.
The grey and dun paid no attention,
Just kept on munching hay.
Just another evening shadow,
A little darker than the rest.
Moving silently on padded feet,
On his annual dining quest.
He sniffs around the apple tree,
There is nothing for him there,
The fruit has all been picked
And he is hungry as a bear.
The river is full of salmon,
He can darn soon catch his fill,
So why does he waste time chewing,
On my cast iron Bar-B-Q grill!
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