Bigness here and there,
Up a tree without a care.
A hairy kite blotting out the sun,
Floating to the ground with thunderous fun.
Staggering through the black “beary” thatch,
A hoggish hero without a match,
Slumbering near the milkweed patch.
Beneath the drunken autumn moon,
The trance of winter coming soon.
Tell me if you know,
How to become lost,
In a bear dream beneath the snow.
