Poem (prose?) about my surprise 3 a.m. visitor!

[RSherman]

SPRING VISITOR

The dinner guest arrived late.
No invitation.
No reservations.
Alone.

Just newly awake,
belly growling with
a devastating hunger.

Drawn here
by a free meal,
easy,
high in calories.
A good deal.

He almost got away with it
but for a soft noise.

3 a.m. is the witching hour.
I look out.
Is he even real?
or a supernatural specter?

To Native Americans
he is a spiritual guide.
To Robert Frost
a being that roams wide:
“The world has room to make a bear feel free;
The universe seems cramped to you and me.”

Ursa Major dominates the spring skies.
The Big Dipper, a guide.
Under the stars, to my bruin friend,
I whisper “safely abide.”

I will listen to the DEC officers
and take the bird feeders
down until fall.
When Frost writes you will next again
“rock a boulder on the wall”.

[Karadeniz]

1. Close encounter!!

[cyclonefence]

2. I think your poem is lovely n/t

[RSherman]

3. Thank you so much!

[Waterguy]

4. There is a bear there

I just know it when
there is a bear there

they could be anything they want to be
when they just show up out of the blue

thinnest of all air.

They still is a bear

like a good poem, so unrehearsed!

What the hell,
the big old boy saw the need
just to be there,
he said

[RSherman]

5. Love it!