The fire was furry as a bear And the flames purr . . . The brown bear rambles in his chain Captive to cruel men Through the dark and hairy wood. The maid sighed, 'All my blood Is animal. They thought I sat Like a household cat; But through the dark woods rambled I . . . Oh, if my blood would die!' The fire had a bear's fur; It heard and knew . . . The dark earth furry as a bear, Grumbled too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL |