Old Bear doesn't sleep, he lies awake all winter long until he rises, pacing his den thinking angry thoughts, bones aching too much to let him lie down and it's so cold he won't go outside for a walk, so he paces back and forth, to and fro, growling and grumbling to himself 2024
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Sometimes we feel like the old bear in winter. I was right there with the old bear,while reading your poem.
Love this! It reminds me of Old Icelandic poetry...