The Grizzly

The Grizzly is a big, bad bear,
But I don't mind if she is near
As long as there's a thick plate glass
Protecting me from her huge mass.
Although she seems a friendly sort,
I could quite quickly end up mort.
'Tis better far to view her from
A place whereof she cannot come.
Adieu, sweet bear, my dreams tonight
Will be of you, a rousing sight!
If ever you should dream of me,
May you and I meet pleasantly.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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