Last Night A Poet Saved My Life

The Bear came
from the North
looking for a mate.
We were all sentimental
watching the TV
reading the paper,
willing it to settle,
find love.
For weeks it trekked;
we followed.
He traveled all the way down
South, almost crossed
the bridge.
And then, some trouble
with sheep, he had to be
shot. I cried. Dreamt
about him for weeks.