Wonderful bears that walked my room all night,
Where have you gone, your sleek and fairy fur,
Your eyes' veiled and imperious light?
Brown bears as rich as mocha or as musk,
White opalescent bears whose fur stood out
Electric in the deepening dusk,
And great black bears that seemed more blue than black,
More violet than blue against the dark —
Where are you now? Upon what track
Mutter your muffled paws that used to tread
So softly, surely, up the creakless stair
While I lay listening in bed?
When did I lose you? Whose have you become?
Why do I wait and wait and never hear
Your thick nocturnal pacing in my room?
My bears, who keeps you now, in pride and fear?
= Karen Marek