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The Bloody Bear

The Bloody Bear

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In a silent November night,

When crickets creaked like an alarm

A thunder rumbled without permission

And a night flower bloomed, in short notice.


I like to call myself a flower, a lily

But my aunt always reminds me

I had body hairs like a bear’s 

I smelled like a bear too.


My hair soaked in blood

Umbilical cord dangling down my belly 

Blood vessels still sticking to my skin

I gave my aunt a good scare.

(G-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!)


Aunt washed me in hot water 

Wrapped me in a warm towel

Gave on my forehead, my first wet kiss

And rocked me in her strong arms.


When my eyes were sleepy

And I had forgotten I could cry

Aunt handed me over 

To the first man in my life.


Curly hair with wisps of grey

Kind eyes behind the black frame

Grandpa smiled, his mischievous teasy smile

Amused by the dozing cub in his hand. 


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