Consideration of a grizzly bear (Monsters)

The deep, dark, woods are not yours --
You walk every time with the notion,
Of being overpowered and devoured.
Like the children always say and suspect,
There are monsters in this grim world.

They are not impossible monsters, no
They can be chased away or change their minds.
They are not often looking for you,
And they are never looking for only you.
They are not personal monsters of yours.

This may be a great relief, still,
These monsters and you might meet.
It could happen with the wrong day,
In the wrong clearing, they may wait
Hungary for the soft, pink, and small.

With open mouths and cold eyes,
They will not hear any of your pleas.
That is the city’s price, that is how it should be.
With all we have built,
You might someday be devoured.

So walk loudly, with great apprehension.
There is something frightful and good,
Like unpaved mountain roads and alone signs
That cut through miles of no belongings,
There is something real, like childhood,
About walking in another’s domain.
The deep, dark, woods are not yours.
They belong to the ones,
With the deep, dark, bellies.

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Another old one I like the idea of, but no longer the execution.