To people raised in other tongues,
English sounds, I hear, like grumbling
rumbled out from bearish lungs,
which let pregnant “r”s clatter
to the floor of a thousand conversations,
and growl every syllable without hesitating.
Yet methinks we bears dance not for cosmic circuses;
but rather, blanketed in downy fuzz,
call out directly to the stars,
rattling our cage’s gloomy bars with the reverberations
of one hundred lovely voices.
- 10/29/08
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