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Little Dancing Bear (poem)

Updated on September 7, 2014

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

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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

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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

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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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