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Looking out for a bear
I’ve been looking for a bear
A bear who isn’t there.
Every day I’d see him when I passed the house.
Nose to window, peering out
Looking at the world.
What are you doing up there I asked?
Every day he would reply.
But I couldn’t speak ‘bear’.
Then, suddenly, I understood.
“I’m looking for a bear” he said. “A bear like me.
That’s what I’ll see,
If I look hard enough.
In a house
In a car
On the street
There’s a bear I want to meet.”
I looked and looked but couldn’t see
a bear like him
Not anywhere.
Then one day, I passed the house
HE WASN’T THERE!
Did I have the wrong street,
wrong house,
wrong window??
He must have gone on holiday? He’d be back next week.
The next week came …
And went.
And the next…
I looked and looked,
Watched and waited.
Wondered…
Had he been stolen?
Kidnapped?
Gone on an expedition
– to the North Pole perhaps?
Was he given away?
Sent away?
Thrown away?
Had he fallen out of the window, into the street?
Did he find the bear he wanted to meet?
Maybe he’d moved to a different house?
Packed in a van and driven away.
Was he looking out of the window
In another house
Another street?
Still looking for that other bear.
If you’re walking past one day
You might see him there.
If you do, tell him I’m looking for him.
Looking for a bear who’s looking out for a bear.
Have you seen him anywhere?
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