The Bear

He’s looking around, slinking
Always hungry, always thinking

Of a way in, and what he’ll find 
For our house is big, but our mind

Is lazy and our attention to the locks 
And alarms are as miss-matched socks

So varied and so many ways into our life
He tells another story, a way to cause us strife

Undermining our faith and belief, of what we know
So that in our house, in our minds it starts to snow

And it is we who hibernate, we who give in
To a stinking ugly bear living with us again

As we slumber and dream of past images of  glory
While believing in a wretched, bear-given story

We are now as weak as goldilocks, quietly asleep
In what has become his house, 
…. for we gave in, without a fight, without a peep