Breakfast with Bears

Ridding hood's cape could not compare in color,

To a wound left so deep that she was almost transparent,

Coughing up a bitter taste of pennies,

She strays through a carnivore filled wood

Latching onto the ferocious folicles of a nearby grizzly bear

Mistaking his calm for a lick of love.

Attracted by the scent of her trickling blood,

His troublesome fleas infest her blistering flesh like a Petri dish,

So that when the grizzly bear returns to his lonesome cavern,

Her growing gash welcomes parasites galore,

From the debilitating bite of her own Momma bear