Baby Bear was bewildered there, nose against window,
breath fogging, mind jogging, seeing his 'First Snow'.
Wanting to play away the day, staring out with a smirk,
watching Daddy, leaving sadly, off on his way to work.
Lunch in hand, he couldn't stand, when poppa blew away,
(on a whim, the wind took him, but set him down okay).
The little guy began to cry, dying to see the outside,
so Mamma Bear, with tender care, decided to confide:
"It's time to see how life can be, go on out, my son -
please heed to carefully proceed, as you have your fun!"
Baby Bear, barely aware, ripped open the front door,
brave and bold, ignoring cold, ready to go for sure.
With cautious pace in open space, stepping into white,
he ran around, up and down, the hills until the night.
He was gone, all too long, against his momma's demand -
and momma don't roam, out the home, ever - understand?
He got back, her verbal attack, launched with a tear,
she explained, without refrain, everything she feared.
But Baby Bear didn't scare, and told her what he found:
"Many things Mother Nature brings are all around the town!
I didn't know, its name although, I knew it was a tree;
but I saw a sign that did define, it's called 'broccoli'!
Those brown blocks, aren't rocks, rather they are 'rolls',
bed sheets are made of 'cheese', it comes with little holes!
That sweet snow, you should know, will fatten up your gut -
I love the taste of those flakes my friends call 'coconut'!
Then I saw Sam, our mailman, the little gray field mouse -
have you known, that our home, is called a Ginger House?"
All of the sudden, the lights were flooding, wind picking up,
when a giant hand, under human command, started to disrupt.
The Bear's world shaking, from being taken, out of the fridge ,
to hearty delight, of guests tonight, whilst they play bridge.
Then Baby Bear, with innocent stare, started getting excited -
"You can see, it's a party!! Do you think we've been invited?"
First Snow, by Pete Revonkorpi
Baby Drump and the Thumpitty Bump
In the style of Dr. Seuss
that they make when they're near -
Baby Drump looked around.
Eyes Wide Open
Consenting Curiosity, by Ashley Hyatt
Trick or treating, within the wood,
brings a greeting to bright red hood.
Her heart's beating, fast like it should,
though the meaning's misunderstood.
This chance meeting cannot be good.
Upon demand, of covered skin,
he takes her hand and leads her in.
Can she withstand his hungry grin?
She'll find firsthand from deep within,
his wolfen gland is fueled by sin.
With beaded eyes, reflecting red,
through her demise, he shall be fed.
As fingers pry, and clothes are shed,
to taste her thigh is in his head -
a moaning sigh is all that's said.
To his delight, she's just as rough -
all through the night, never enough.
No end in sight, nor blunt rebuff,
she loves to bite, and strut her stuff.
He holds on tight, while hanging tough.
Life can't deter, it's plain to see
their hearts concur, internally.
This love incurs a lust that's free,
of loins impure, insatiably -