The Bear Unseen

Hibernation ends with spring,
rousing every living thing.
Tracks in snow quite near deck stairs
could be dog’s or could be bear’s.
It’s been shown that our bird treats
suffice for a bear’s first eats.
Take in feeders, calm the pooch,
nothing left Yogi can mooch.
Snow will melt, the rills will eddy.
Somewhere there’s a hungry teddy.
Sun will make the forest green.
Wildlife will enhance the scene.
Spring will lift us all again,
releasing the bear within.

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