When I first found her
Oh such a dear.
She looked just like
A tiny wee bear.
She was light as a feather
Cute as a fox.
She loved to sleep
In a small wooden box.
She's not a gopher
She's not a mole,
She is however
The Bear in the bowl.
She's not from a den
Nor from a lair.
But she is indeed
My Cinnamon Bear.
A basket a bucket
Or anything round,
She'd rather sleep there
Than on the cold ground.
She trades places with pillows
When on my bed.
She wraps herself round
The top of my head.
A cat or a bear?
Oh what do you see?
This fluffy dear creature
Who lives here with me.
Her coat is so pretty
Soft orange and black.
She eats from her dish
A tuna meal snack.
I'm sure you have guessed it,
And have it down pat.
Yes, yes she's the dearest
My lovely "bear" cat.
In tribute to our" Bearonness" 1991-2007
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I was touched to tears by your tender portrait of your precious Bear. I can't wait to give you "Arrows" in which my story of the Gift of Mocha appears. God is so good to give us the desires of our hearts in our blessed friends.
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