not unexpected:
razored paws slice easily
through blood-lush flesh,
first bites taken from torso,
slobber is omnipresent
a complete surprise:
final thoughts focus
on the onion bagel,
half-eaten,
sitting on my dash
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While I’m watching Animal Planet’s “Stranger Among Bears” I read your onion bagel poem, “being eaten by a bear.” It doesn’t seem to be heading toward a Herzog moment, but there’s 20 minutes left, so I still have hope.