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Beyond The Glen

The rain drizzled and spattered, not that it mattered
    To the little bear cub in her den;
As she slept with her mother, her sister and brother
    On the cool dry ground yet again;
Dreaming of sights through long winter nights
    That existed beyond the glen.
 
Though she loved all the trees, the honey and bees
    That summered outside of her den;
The cub grew regretful, and often quite fretful
    As she walked in the forest again;
That life offered more and had big things in store
    Yet here she was stuck in this glen.
 
One day she roamed far, in pursuit of her star
    While her family slept in their den;
Desperate for change, to see everything strange
    And she danced with life once again;
Thus the cub did not run when a man with a gun
    Captured her outside the glen.
 
He kept the cub fed, and provided a bed
    In a funny old square-shaped den;
By the end of one year, it seemed rather clear
    That she’d found a friend once again;
So she was rather puzzled when she was muzzled
    And taken away from his glen.
 
Although slightly afraid, she never once strayed
    When he took her to a vast new den;
Then trained her to dance, to swagger and prance
     Over and over again;
She drew a big crowd and they all clapped aloud
    At her fine life beyond the glen.
    
Several years later, she became even greater
    When she moved on to the next den;
A huge cement box, with metal bars and locks
    And the throngs returned once again;
They’d stop and stare at the cub now a bear
    ‘Till she’d quite forgotten the old glen.
 
Yet at times she espied, as the rain fell outside
    Her family asleep in their den;
Dreamt that she walked, frolicked, and talked
    With her friends in the forest again;
And her final vision as death claimed derision
    Was of a little bear cub in her glen.

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