The Bear
A bear comes to my window and we are inches apart looking into each other's eyesI haven’t seen the bear since that night last spring when he came to the feeders by the window where I write and we saw each other and stopped what we were doing to see each others eyes--he looking in, me looking out. At first, he was standing looking down at me as I looked up and then he went to the window closer to the sill and I moved my face towards him and saw the white marks on his snout and don’t know what he saw o...