The Bears are COMING

In the depths of winter,

in such dry weather,

I go out to get wood,

the cold biting my skin.

I wear gloves to prevent splinter 

made of fine, durable, and tough leather,

but in no reality could they have withstood

a sudden stampade of bears emerging from the trees in a sprint.

Yet defend I tried

because they were early 

and did not look friendly.

I couldn't stand aside.

Falling back, I helped my family to flee.

We warned our neighbors,

we spoke our prayers,

and ran as far as the eye can see.

"Something's wrong..." one of them said.

"Well of course something's wrong!" I throw my hands up. "Did you see what just happened? Bears, in the middle of winter, driving out humans!"

"No I mean, there's a reason they ran.

They looked pretty scared."

The next day we awoke

to the smell of smoke

and saw the whole forest

on fire