Bears

Beyond the green of coconut trees
Were hills that held the possibility

Of bears descending nightly to eat,
Sugar cane crop ripe for harvesting.

Bears loved sugarcane in the plains.
The farmers slept in thin moonlight.

Farmers sleeping under new moon
Did not love bears in thin moonlight.

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