‘though i do not think there is one’ says the bear. the bear is taking up a lot of room today.
‘tell me about the earth please?’
look it has layers, bone and blood, yet there are seeds for growth. some fear endearment,
while others do not.
‘why the blood’
old wounds, yet there is more in some places. i have seen the hill of the dying,
it is over the mountain.
‘how sad, may i go see, please?‘
yes bear, now shall we talk of puffy clouds and small faces?