Background: Autumn sometimes looks like a bear to me, especially in photographs. I tell her that she will likely have an even more bear-ish appearance when she is old. Autumn, my other sisters, and I used to work at a home for elderly ladies, and there was a lady who reminded us of a teddy bear. She was really adorable and had bear-like lines around her mouth and curls that peaked at two places on top of her head, that resembled bear ears.
A bear poem:
by Adrienne Rich
Wonderful bears that walked my room all night,
Where are you gone, your sleek and fairy fur,
Your eyes' veiled imprisoned light?
Brown bears as rich as mocha or as musk,
White opalescent bears whose fur stood out,
Electric in the deepening dusk,
And great black bears who seemed more blue than black,
More violet than blue against the dark-
Where are you now? upon what track
Mutter your muffled paws, that used to tread
So softly, surely, up the creakless stair
While I lay listening in bed?
When did I lose you? whose have you become?
Why do I wait and wait and never hear
Your thick nocturnal pacing in my room?
My bears, who keeps you now, in pride and fear?
When I showed Autumn this poem, she said, "Isn't it too long for the blog?" I agree that it could be, but Autumn's comment is reminiscent of Winnie the Pooh's line: “It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like 'What about lunch?'"