Bear

And there under 
a mossy log
I found it
dropped and forgotten 
maybe left behind 
in some haste 
or hurried home 
never quite sure 
where or when 
yet one day 
as I walked 
a familiar path 
I saw its 
whispering glint its 
gentle glowing eyes 
of the bear
that so long 
ago had remained 
in the wood