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A Black Bear Cub
On way, from Calgary to Jasper
we caught sight of a cub, a black bear.
It was a wintry spring afternoon,
the cub was gorging on grass,
patchy green grass with leftover snow on its top
sniffing and nodding, he was wearing a fur sweater.
To enjoy the fun, we got out of our van.
We were happy to see the bear
sloping lonely over there.
He gave us a stinky look of little favor
that furry cute cub, a black bear.
Out of the blue, the ranger appeared
and stepped out of her car.
She was looking too pretty and smart
in her ironed shirt and slick hat.
She asked, with pity in her eyes
"guys, please go back to your car
it is not safe here".
We smiled "it's just a baby bear!"
she replied, with a tint of neglect in her lips
"you have no clue of their power
they can charge you quite fast
you won't have time to hide or run"
That very moment, the clever chap made an eye contact
and gave that stingy look back, and sighed
“You men hardly left any space for us,
that doesn't make you happy enough?
please leave us in peace, in this pristine habitat.”
The ranger echoed the boy’s fear
and smirked at us with a sorry stare
"you heard him loud and clear
please guys, just get hell out of here".
On way, from Calgary to Jasper
we caught sight of a cub, a black bear.
