Bear

Grandma believed in little people

Fairies who played wicked pranks

and jokes

upon a small son

With angel curls and gray smoke eyes.

Wear a big fur coat

Hide in the hollow along the dusty black snake road

Pounce in the moonless velvet night

Upon your boy no taller than your breast

And laugh

While he kicks and screams.

My father can not love me

As a father.

He believes in bears.