i was out chopping wood

‘neath a magical moon

when i came face to face

with a bear,

and i was quite sure

to be disemboweled soon–

but the beast stood in place

and just stared.

the moonbeams on my beard

somehow tranquilized him,

and i found i was no

longer scared,

so we went in for tea,

and he sat on my knee

while i read him the tale

of three bears.

–photo by son aaron