(a poem about Mama Bears, because school starts tomorrow)
IT TAKES A FOREST
Lie down, Mama Bear.
Go back in your cave.
Your cubs, they are fine.
The other animals in the forest—
the stag, the doe, the mountain lion
even the rabbits
the sad fish in the streams—
All have a role in their raising.
Your cubs, they are almost grown.
Stop marking your territory
Clawing the breaking bark
Go jump in a lake
Take a stroll under a half-full moon
Then
Time to hibernate, Mama Bear
Redecorate your cave if you must.
Your offspring are in good hands.
