Large and fat, round and brown
Salmon loving chunky beasts who exist in woods
Bears of light fur, dark fur and the darkest fur
With claws so sharp you could mistake them blades
Teeth stained yellow and red in a cage of death above the pit of no return
So sweet they seem playing amongst green, red and orange leaves
In running rivers of clear, fish invested waters
Standing as bipeds do and big soft paws in the air
They can smile
Friendly they seem, especially the miniatures
But like fish we are, existing aimless in a bear’s world
We sometimes hunt them, in return they hunt us
They are so fat and round