THE HIBERNATING BEAR

The hibernating bear,so clean and white,
Not a drop of blood on his fur,

He cleans the spills of his summer kills,
The summer's exploits just a blur,

It is quite amazing;he looks so clean,
Not a shred of evidence to show,
For the gullible ones;they have no fear,
Of his instincts they don’t know,

Wont stir unless shaken,
In spring he will awaken,
The blood, he will thirst for more,

For all the grace,
He shows on his face,
He will come back as before,

While all that I wrote is quite true,
The bear does not really hate you,

It's just his nature to feed on fear,
He’s just being a polar bear,

To attack who are weak,
Their life being cheap,

His conscience flows down the creek.
With animal instinct,
Being very distinct,

Here logic and reasoning don't exist.
The Alpha male,
Will call the shots,
And the weaker won't really resist.