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.
