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Ojai Poetry: The Ballad of the Aliso Street Bear and Other Poems

It's a beautiful, sparkling, sunny autumn day here in the Ojai Valley. Three weeks have gone by since the death of the Aliso Street Bear. Some are saying, "Why all the fuss over one bear, when every day millions of other animals and people are suffering and dying?" That first Sunday morning, a few hours after I heard the bear crashing down from the tree, I knew at some level that my grief was not only for this individual bear, but for all the injustice and senseless death in the world.

The Ojai Bear Poems featured here are by local poets David Moody, Robert Peake, mt2 and Crow.

Ballad of the Aliso Street Bear
By David E. Moody, Ph.D.

I fear the two-legged creature
More than any other.
I know not why.
But my thirst
Drives me into his lair.

I wait until dark
When all his kind
Have gone into their caves
And my blackness
Blends into the night.

And there in the very heart of his land
I find where the two-legged creature
Keeps his supply of sacred water
A whole fountain of precious water
And I slake my aching thirst
To my heart's content.

I want to make my escape
But delicious scents surround me.
I smell fish and new aromas
Beyond anything I have ever tasted.

Powerful fragrances inflame my hunger.
Maybe the two-legged creature
Will allow me to follow my nose
For one small hour
Before I find my way home.

But wait -- there he is --
I have nearly stumbled into his cave.
And there is another, and one
With a short stick in his hand.

Nowhere to go but to climb.
Here is a strong, sturdy tree,
One equal to my weight.

In ten seconds I am forty feet high.
Maybe the two-legged creature
Cannot see me here.

I will wait here quietly
Until he goes back into his cave.
Then I will make my escape.

I am good at waiting.
I will wait longer than he can.
He is so quick and impatient.
I will wait in this tree
All night if I must.

But the two-legged creature
Remains down below.
I can hear him
I can smell him
My fear of him grows.

Why won't he go back in his cave?
I want to go home.

I have dozed off
And now light is filling the land
And many two-legged creatures
Are gathering down below.

I am afraid.
I want to go home.

The hot sun fills the sky.
More and more two-legged creatures
Gather down below.
I see them and smell them and I can sense
Their restless energy.

I am hungry.
I am afraid.
I want to go home.

At long last sweet night falls once again,
Black night, black like my body.
Maybe I will be safe now.

I am tired.
I am afraid.
I want to go home.

But now I can see the two-legged creature
Is holding a long stick.
He is pointing it at me.

The stick spits a vicious arrow
Deep into my leg,
Hot like a thousand bee stings.

I try to climb higher
But I am feeling weak.

The stick spits again and another
Wicked arrow pierces my back.

I am so tired now

I feel faint

I am falling

I am falling

I want to go home

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To the Bear in a Neighbor’s Tree, by Ojai poet Robert Peake
Written the morning after the bear was killed.
This piece came through me this morning, and I want to offer it up to our grieving community


To the Bear in a Neighbor’s Tree
By Robert Peake

How quickly we become accustomed to the light,
blinking through discomfort, standing upright,
when our claws break, we fashion tools, use
them, and then just as easily put them down.

We discover clumps of hair on the ground,
and see our lack of fur as a great improvement,
stamping and shivering, we like a cold wind!
When our night vision fades, we stumble a dance.

Now, we have lost you too, primeval cousin,
lost the instinct that might have guided us
in shooing you back where you came from.
We can no longer smell what is on the wind.

You sat all day in a tree, learning our gestures.
You waved at the crowds and considered making a speech.
When you became too much like us, we brought you down,
and hauled your massive blackness into the night.

The truth is that we lost you long ago, long before
our friends loaded up their guns. Look how far
we have come! Our fingers fit the triggers.
And still we remember not to look in an animal’s eyes.

I looked, and became frozen on my couch.
I blinked into the sunlight, and you were gone.
The black spot in the tree is no longer you.
It is the place that you have burned into my mind.

*******

Poems and other writings by Robert Peake can be viewed on his website:
http://www.robertpeake.com/archives/642-aliso-street-bear-poem.html


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Our Dearest Bear
By mt2

our dearest bear
your tears did share

your love of life
the stars in the night
sparkling water so bright

all of this did, and more, give up
berries and brook, honey, dew, and buttercup

that we might see,
hear your desperate plea,
feel/reveal our two-legged insanity

our murder of your 'once' sacred Mother,
every living/breathing sister/brother

whose tears you did share ...

the tears we now share ..

********************************************

Bear
By Crow

You knew you were in a tight spot
Yet you remained present, focused;
Neither fearing nor hoping
Only Wise
Seeing Things As They Are
And Being One with All That Is

Blessed Be to You, Bear Spirit
O Wise One; Such Courage, Strength
Thank you for blessing us with your presence in our lives
Forgive us for we are ignorant
And do not understand certain things of great importance

May you forever enjoy happiness and
Freedom from suffering!

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Related Stories and Videos

http://www.robertpeake.com/archives/613-the-bear.html

Aliso Bear Resource Page
http://www.ojaipost.com/ojai-bear.shtml

A video with Derrick Jensen: "Don´t Fear the Bears."
http://rememberthebear.ning.com/video/derrick-jensen-dont-fear-the

Comments (8)

pHD in what?

Dr. Moody's degree is in the field of Science Education, (UCLA, 1991).

I hope whoever killed this beautiful animal is haunted for life and karma strikes back hard. If Ojai wants some more help against the senseless killing and the government, there are the people in NV against the senseless roundup and murder of wild mustangs.

Dr. Moody should put this music (puff the magick dragon, etc...)... maybe a CD.

Good idea, spotted crow! This poem was a gift that came to me from the Spirit of the Bear, and it is now in the public domain, and anyone who has the skill and inclination to set it to music has my complete permission and blessing to do so.

Wow! Our magnificent bear did not give his life for naught. OWL, a new organization was formed, and now his spirit has inspired these beautiful writings.

ODE TO OSO

A bear came into town one night

and gave the people such a fright,

Being so confused, since up till then

several of them were feeding him.

(He’d read the constitution see

talking ‘bout rights and liberty,

and he remembered his momma " Look honey,

You'll always be safe in the arms of a tree,

but don't trust too much in humanity".


So surrounded by cars and lights so bright

He climbed a tree and spent the night.

All night he heard them talk and walk

and hoped that they would walk the talk.

But like many tribes that had gone before

he ended up – dead – upon the floor.

To ensure we humans feel safe and sound

This furry black wretch goes underground.

Our kids thus learn how we make a plan

to eliminate members of the other clan.

What is this fear that draws the gun?

Killing the shadow that blocks our sun?

We are the shadow: the shadow we.

(with apologies to krishnaji)

Oh! why is this so hard to see?

The things we do to nature turns

And we’ll wonder why our valley burns.

Stereotypes are out of date

The breeding ground of war and hate.

Judge not a being by the color of its fur

But by the content of its character.


This was submitted some time ago to OVN but was not published so i'll just bring it up to date and submit it here with a continuation ...


Another stabbing occurred last night

Another problem, another fight

Leading me to write these words

that have 'more power than the swords.'


The hundreds of hours spent in martial arts

The paucity of learning where violence starts.

!0000 films of murder we see
and one or two about Ghandiji.

So into the fray with our own opines
Come grievances of diverse kinds.

What about babies, pigs and birds,

Often is 'what about ME?', just in other words.


I don't point out, I'm caught up too,

Pointing to me is also to you.

With that we end, enough is said

Poor solutions come just from the head.


Wow!

Jeff, thank you...these deserve a special place...will find one...

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