The Bear

He lumbered through the yard

Stopped briefly to look at me

Then sat heavily and scratched his

Furry neck with large yet gentle paws

He sat, his prominent nose in the air

Catching scent of something

Nodding his triangular head as if saying

Yes, a delicious meal

And disappeared through the houses

Into the woods

That bear

That black bear

Ready to tear apart 

Some tourist’s trash.