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There are no bears in England anymore…

The young bears;
They’ll chase the birds,
And try to follow,
Even rabbits down,
Their holes…

Practicing for the river,
Their future occupation,
Albeit wet and cold.

There are no bears,
In England,
Or so, that is what,
I am told.

There are no bears,
In England;

Only rabbits hiding,
In their holes, their,
Magical Thinking,
Believing an office,
Is not a hole.

Money is speech!
Corporations are people!
Peace is best achieved,
By forever deceiving…

…and bears ?

There are no bears,
In England, anymore…


UPDATE: now also submitted HERE

For the “mindlovemisery” Prompt 6 ‘Personification.’