Mama Bear


March 3, 2008

In the middle, being as such, I cannot dare to

hope for an acquittal because they are loved

so much:

My baby-boo has the most comfort of all of

us. He must.

It's difficult coming up in the forest.

My husband and I can never rely on the closeness

of populace.

We'd be too tempted to have them over for

dinner.

What would they think of us?

Though our supplies are three of each, there

isn't much.

Of course, we'd manage on little crusts, and

there would still be the three of us.

Granted, our home appears open to the public,

but we are also peaceful and private.

Despite a visit from a silly, ridiculous, little girl

with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, blonde curls.

© 2008 Jarrod C. Lacy