They said that the bear was lonely
He had lost all even his home
I tend to think he was just bored
And that’s why he always roamed
How else can you explain Ballard?
Or even Fremont for that matter
I mean sure there are garbage cans
Lots of which he could scatter
But the influx of young yuppies
Cat people I am pretty certain
They couldn’t handle a black bear
Much less a very large puppy
The Lochs would be so inviting
With all the salmon lining up
Swinging by old Woodland Park
Growling at a cousin "what sup"
What if the two of us switched places?
Where would I go? How would I survive?
Wander in this town with no faces
Or head to the wilderness to stay alive
I would have walked north to Lynwood
Where the mullets would help hide
A t-top Camaro or a van
Might stop and offer a ride
Hang a right at Alderwood
Mosey up on Interstate five
Stopped off on Quil Ceda Avenue
And on black let it all ride
My pockets a little fatter
I head out for the Skagit valley
Walk through some fields of tulips
Eating berries too many to tally
I make it across the border
Canada she embraces me
Because I don’t want to fight
And never been convicted of a felony
I wait in line to see my doctor
And ask for a lifetime prescription
Government grown honeycomb
Takes care of all my afflictions
Ryan! I enjoyed reading this one in particular this morning. Good hanging out with you Michelle and Jim monday afternoon. Swing me your email address when you have a sec. I want to send you some creative non-fiction material. For the fur piece I hope you write. -Andrew >> andrew.ahl@gmail.com
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