Author: Bear

Here in the den, tucked slyly away, Warm for the winter, while snowbirds play, I sleep here in silence, as most lay at rest, And dream of the flowers, and the sun on my chest. I’ll wake in the spring, when things start to growing, While honey runs smooth, and the wind stops its blowing,…

Seven o’clock and I’m sitting alone, Waiting for you to call on the phone. Long lonely nights without you in my Den, Thinking about all the mess that I’m in. That other bear, she meant nothing to me, Now, Mama bear… how can I make you see! That even though you don’t think it’s funny,…