(a poem about Mama Bears, because school starts tomorrow)

IT TAKES A FOREST
 

Lie down, Mama Bear.

Go back in your cave.
 

Your cubs, they are fine.

The other animals in the forest—

the stag, the doe, the mountain lion

even the rabbits

the sad fish in the streams—

All have a role in their raising.
 

Your cubs, they are almost grown.

Stop marking your territory

Clawing the breaking bark

Go jump in a lake

Take a stroll under a half-full moon
 

Then
 

Time to hibernate, Mama Bear

Redecorate your cave if you must.
 

Your offspring are in good hands.