Baby Bear

Each morning I’m a baby bear

crawling out of my cave

from a long winter sleep.

My body lying like stone

while my spirit flew around

trading hot kisses with eternity.

I stretch my creaky legs,

rub my crusted eyes,

pull a big, tasty breath,

ready to devour

this brand new baby day!

Gwendalyn Gilliam, Incline Village, January 29, 2011

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