The bear walks slowly, his head rolling side to side,
Nodding and it growls a little, panting
As he walks through the woods
Knowing none can overpower him, because he knows
That even though his trivial meanderings are barely heard
They stand for something greater than the twittering birds
Which flutter in his face and then are gone.
For the slow, lumbering steps of the bear
Cover greater ground and shake more earth
And who is to say what measure of return
His path will reveal in time?
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