The Black Hole
The Black Hole
By Cheryl Winship
Inspired by a snowshoe hike at Kingswood on March 26, 2017
Walking, tromping through the snow,
Tired and inspired on I go.
stopping, looking here and there,
Grouse, deer, and snowshoe hare.
Walking, tromping through the snow,
Tired and inspired on I go.
Peering, poking here and there,
Dark black hole, in I stare.
Stopping, looking at what I’ve seen,
Puzzled and confused, closer I lean.
Searching, staring black and bare,
Something moving inside there.
Stopping, looking at what I’ve seen,
Puzzled and confused closer I lean.
Swaying, shining round and small,
What could it be, it’s like a ball?
Seeing, focusing I become aware
The thing I look at is a bear!
