Dalry Secondary School: Dylan Blore

 

 

The Lonely Bear

The lonely bear,
Wandered through the night,
Its deep black fur,
Catching on branches.

Demanding to be loved,
But it is only hunted,
It roars out,
Reaching into the dark .

The smell of saw dust,
Fresh grass & thick bark,
Rush through the air,
He grunts as he walks.

They are coming for him,
Hunters stalking their prey,
Waiting to taste its succulent meat,
A loud bang,

It is gone………..


by Dylan Blore