Poor Hiker Poo


The bear was munching hungrily on some poor hikers arm.
The hiker was still living, his eyes filled with alarm,
He tried to pull his hand, from the bear's unrelenting grip.
The bear gave a mighty tug, he heard his tendons rip.
With a shake of his huge head the bear flung his arm away.
Like any wild animal, the bear then began to play.
He picked up the poor hiker and shook him by his head.
Hearing his skull cracking, the hiker knew he was near dead.
The bear flung him like a ragdoll, into a nearby tree,
He was helplessly left hanging, upside down by just his knee.
The bear latched onto the other knee, wrenched him to the ground,
 Shaking him relentlessly, the bear romped round and round.
With the hiker hanging limply from the bears bloody dripping mouth.
The bear lumbered to his den which was somewhere to the south.
The bear would slumber peacefully the cold cold winter through.
And in the spring his first big crap would be poor hiker poo.
doug crockett written just now 3/13/2018