Heraclitean Fire

There’s a bear at the end of the garden.
I don’t know why she’s there;
she just turned up one afternoon
and dug herself a lair.
She tends to squash the plants
but I’m glad to have a creature
who’s so majestic when she’s splashing
in the water feature.
I don’t see her in winter;
she curls up in her den
and hibernates till daffodils
are [...]