The Bear

Sitting in a glass cage watching, waiting.
Frozen in time and space,
she listens but hears nothing.
Her ears half-torn,
but still standing proud.
A red shirt, a red frame,
surrounding her small body.
Her light brown fur tattered and worn,
but still standing proud.
Her silent cries,
echoing through an empty space.
as she watches a day go by.
Then a week, then a month,
and a year.

A great place where a moment was captured,
Even though it was cold, she was warm.
A picture filled with memory,
but she is still standing,
in her glass cage.
my little bear.