Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 7, 2018

” GRIZZLY “~by Martin Gedge



POEM ” GRIZZLY ” by martin gedge

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Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
his teeth were sharp and keen
and every spring he’d do his thing
and fish the local stream
he came upon a camper there
and scared him up a tree
the smell of blood in yonder bud
would track him down you see
the hunters came from miles around
and searched throughout the park
with dogs entail upon the trail
their flames to match the dark
and like a rush that beast would flush
into his hooded cave
awaiting there an angry bear
a bed inside the grave
they pondered by the gaping hole
an echoed deep in voice
no turning back this grizzly shack
was left without a choice
with guns in hand they entered slow
as death would spew the air
upon his feet he rose to meet
as his claws begin to tear
the sounds of shots rang through the night
across the mountainside
as bodies drop he wouldn’t stop
til every gun has died
the streams of red to run the rain
and pour like faucets fast
upon a stump a headless chump
with his trigger in his grasp
and in the still a biting chill
as night would black the sun
the bear would rest his riddled chest
for the damage he had done…

by martin gedge©

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