Little Dancing Bear (poem)

He came to me as mist upon my bed

A little dance bear all made of smoke

Was vaguely clear this pigment from my head

It had no need for others to provoke


In morning’s quiet hours it first came

To hide when careless strangers were around

Behind their minds it played its dancing game

I fought away my laughter with a frown


And so in childlike play we passed our day

Imaginary friends which seemed so real

Yet no dismay would sway its bright display

Upon a heart which soon must face ordeal


Then came the hour darkness walked the floor

The bear and I reviewed a day this grand

It waved good bye as it walked through a door

As did familiar stranger at its hand

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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Absolutely delightful. Passing this on.

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