Dream Poem

Down by the pond and the dried up brook

My family gathers for a barbecue.

Under the hickory trees, the evening is lively,

Quickly filling with jokes and banter

From relatives who rarely see each other. 

At one point, someone stops to listen

Prompting others to do the same

Until all conversation stalls as we hear

A rumbling coming from beyond our eyes.

Everyone turns to the approaching sound 

When suddenly, a black bear crests the hill

Followed by another and then another

Until an entire sleuth of bears, thirty strong

Fills the valley in which we reside.

Everyone crams into the small shed

My sisters and I used to play in as kids,

But the door will not lock from the inside.

We take turns holding the door shut.