"The Bear"

It was a dark mystical night
Not a cloud in sight.
Stars filled the Sky
And the only sound heard, was a distant loon cry.
Opening the screen door, for my nightly journey
I heard a rustle in the bush that began to concern me.
Whipped out my flashlight in quite a hurry,
Shinning it around in a flurry.
Thank Heavens to my delight
There was no beast in sight,
I continued on my nightly journey
Off to the outhouse which discerned me.
But once again I heard that damn rustle,
Standing still I didn’t move a muscle.
Panning about shining my light,
Far off in the bush I saw something that gave me a fright.
Two eyes looking at me that seemed in a rush,
Couldn’t move I was all a hush.
Focusing my eyes on what it was to be,
A large silhouette appeared which was all I could see.
As it began to come closer,
Realizing what it was, I lost my composure.
Carrying my flashlight like an Olympic Torch,
I ran back to the safety of the porch.
Opening the door, I took a look back
Only to notice the beast behind me was all black.
Once on the porch recovering from my scare
I realized outside was a very large Black Bear.
The look in his eyes was that of a Sinner.
Thank God tonight, for I won’t be the Beast’s Dinner!

A McKinley Lake Tale