Do you get a shiver
from the deer across the river?
Or give a second take
to every single snake?
Do you think about what worries me?
How one day I simply might not be
the thing I have always been,
a bear in all my where and when?
What happens when your birdness goes?
And you lose your dumpster sows?
Does the thought sit in your brain
just as a permanent stain?
Or maybe you do not care
about birdness or that I am a bear.
You enjoy your dumpster treats
and ignore where your end meets.
How do I do it, my trash-friend?
How do I endure the harsh wind
of doubtful, haunting thinking
that feels ever so sinking?
Sing me your song, dumpster-bird,
and help me feel assured
that forest life is fine
as long as I have mine.
For any questions or comments directed at Bear, feel free to write to him using this email: justasinglebear@