Bear

Bear

He is huge.

Ungainly. Impossible

to carry or place in a room

without prodigious explanation.

I have an affinity for these giants.

There was Bob, the Beerwolf:

seven feet of resin statue 

who lived in my garage for years--

a refugee from a misbegotten yard sale,

creating smiles at his incongruity,

making occasional appearances

at parties, offices, plays and other venues.

But now, there is Carson,

namesake of a butler of notable bulk

and infinite wisdom, ensconced

on a sofa, in a bedroom,

startling all and sundry who might pass,

yet offering a furry hug and warm welcome

for those who need it most.