A Bear Poem

hibernate
was the scurrying word
between enrapt ear and furry forehead

yawns mistaken for snarls
keeps the longears at the edge
of the branches
they look stacked and organized
deceptive
weary and worn

but we see what we want
inaudible growl to himself
claw in a nostril
picking at what dreams are made of
air pushes out of his nose
dirt forms into triangles
form into clouds

up and up and up
but never higher than most tree stumps

tongue outshines teeth and nose

for a second

contentment with the one item

on his to-do list