Bear

I am that bear That wakes from hibernation Taking a groggy look around To spy all which has changed While I lay sleeping My hunger returns On a hunt for the sweetness Of berries bursting on the vine Time elapsed and so collapsed Much of my familiar surroundings Now to set out wandering woodlands Asking for a new fragrance to follow I long kept my roar, my growl quieted Needing only rest to resurrect my strength Some may think me dangerous Coming out of the thick of trees But I am only on quest for nourishment Having slumbered heavy and hidden Lean, from the lessened consumption Of honey and bending branches I take my chances In hopes I will not be hunted