Its hibernation time at last , to yawn, to stretch and to sleep,
Perchance dream big of lands to roam , to own and mark...
Wide skies to growl to , cold air nips at the pores, droops the eyes ;
Sonorous the murmur of breath mixed with the snowy wind,
Yet , the bear stays awake , want to growl , to fight the cold ,
All to lumber and lurch ,one last attempt to mark ,before the new moon ,
Before the dawn of yet another year, to trudge before sleep, roar at the valleys,
Try and shake from Ural to Ukrain ,with hollow sounds that echo, time beckons,
A few may still marvel ,at the might of this dark soul of a bear yet....
(poem by PC-3 -on 12/26/2021)
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