Poem 14: Ursidae
Carnivorous mammals known to own the wood
Growling and prowling as they stalk their prey
They bring fright to those who see them, but are they misunderstood?
Only out in the warmer months, once winter comes they go away
Most of their diet comes from insects and plants
Yet the sight of them stops us cold
They could send us running with just one glance
Or the brave of us could face them back, if feeling oh so bold
An animal of many different variations
Black, brown, polar or red
Making up a good chunk of the US’s animal population
Until we decided to hunt them and shoot them dead
