True Friends

"Sofa, so good," old Threadbear sighs, with Quan-Quan resting on his thighs.

Three's a crowd

Sleep-Happy snores atop the couch, oblivious to his buddies' slouch.

And if you don't disturb their trance, they won't give you a second glance.

One wonders if they dream of bees, and hives of honey high in trees,

Of picnic hampers full of treats, like salmon rolls, or pickled beets,

Or thickets full of fresh bamboo, with beef chow mein and hot dao fu.

 

Bears have a way of staying where you hardly realize they're there,

Until you, needing consolation, lift them out of hibernation.

That is when they come alive! By giving back your hugs, they thrive.

A bear seems happy just to sit, until you feel the need of it.

 

I wonder. It could be a fact that bears are quite hard to distract

From the pursuit of their own ends, unless they're needed by their friends.

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