Languid and slow, a black bear meanders up my drive
and speaks to me, as bears are won’t to do,
with muzzle raised to scent the evening air.
Not on my porch I tell him as I stand on the worn wood
planks. The last bear to dine here wore a cinnamon
pelt burnished to gold by the dying light. He stood where
I stand now, one fat paw resting on the window.
Oblivious to the snarling dog on the other side of the pane
he expertly slid the grease trap from the grill and licked it clean.
Not again I whisper to the black beast who in answer
swings his snout to the north and ambles through a
thick line of sugar pine and ponderosa.
That’s it, I tell him, we’ll see each other tomorrow.
Kelly Louise Allen 
I love your encounter with the bear, and your poem is perfect!
You are very kind. Thank you.
You are welcome!
Thank you
Your comment on a recent post of mine led me to investigate your site. I like your writing as I thought I might
Thank you, Derrick. I’m still amazed by the quality of light and color you capture in your photos. The greens are so rich and yummy.
Wonderful dude. You are really so kind Derrickjknight.💕😊👍
Thanks very much, Veronica
Your always welcome dear friend😊 💕👍
You turned a bear encounter into a lovely poem! I grew up in Alaska and didn’t have bear-window encounters (bear-mailbox, yes), but did have moose-window encounters!
Really true said Priscilla.💕☺🤗🌹
Ooh, Moose, I’d love to see one at my window! I always felt I grew up in fairy-tale town – Tahoe in the early years before the onslaught of growth and tourism. I hope you felt the same in Alaska. Stationed there in the 70’s, I was lucky to see Kodiak bear – at a distance. Nature is magic! Thank you, and enjoy your day, Priscilla.
Wonderful post dear friend and so amazing thoughts you have. Literally so amazing you are.💕😊👍
Thank you. Your blog is a marvel of positivity. Enjoy your day, Yaksh!
Ohh! That’s so kind of you that you visited my blog and gave your wonderful review to me. And you also, Enjoy your time dear!☺💞😊🙏
Delightful story, Kelly. It brings back memories of my years living in a cabin in the northwoods. 💜
660 square feet and a million happy memories. We were sad to sell but the Tahoe Basin is too busy these days. And, we still have bears. Now you have me thinking of the Northwoods. Thank you, and enjoy your day, Carol.
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