I.
Look, a bear!
Mark says,
and keeps driving.
II.
Across the river
a lone cub wanders in reeds,
grazing the shoreline.
III.
We leave the cabin
after dinner, just to see
brown ears in tall weeds.
IV.
Thirty feet away,
the bushes shake. In twilight,
the sound of ripping grass.
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