As I am a baited bear
no longer being baited,
none of the moral aphorisms
apply to me.
I will not extrapolate from my days
to your days,
which may be harder
I seek berries.
I eat deer.
What do you do?
If I punch myself in the arm
with something that looks like self-satisfaction,
kindly note it is a paw.
I feel very fortunate to have retired from the fangs of dogs.
It is a good thing live here in a quiet forest.
I’d hate to find myself accidentally in your city
and have a mauled human
under my body
and then when the police arrived in fury and guns
have absolutely no way to explain myself
to your human satisfaction.
You will have to just shoot me.
Truth, it’s probably better than being captured
by someone like you.