It’s nice having a bear
about the house,
shyly eating marmalade.
And as long as I honor
his critical space,
he’s a truly excellent flatmate.
It’s fun having a bear
nearby,
into the rafters he aptly climbs,
standing on a beam upright
to smell the arrival of each night
and change a lightbulb nearby.
It’s easy having a bear
as a bud,
even when he messes up.
He blindly makes his bed
and ends up with covers shred,
and while he keeps the carpets dirty
with his seasonal shed,
I find a bear
to be a joyful roomie,
and a trustworthy friend.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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