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Just outside our chain-link fence line
Loomed a shadow moving slow:
Dark and vague its blurry outline—
What it was I do not know.
But it haunts me and I wonder
What I really saw out there:
Could the moving shape I saw then
Be the outline of a bear?
I can’t say, but I am thankful
That the creature did not stay,
And I praise the God Who made me
Who protects me every day.

by GwennonR
December 10, 2016

Strangely enough, I composed this poem in the wee hours on the notes app of my cell phone during a not-brief-enough period of wakefulness, for an incident that happened around 0800 December 8, 2016.  The rest of the day, I worried and prayed for the safety of my family, and urged my daughter to keep her daughters close to her, just in case whatever it was moved closer into town.

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