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Man or Bear.
In a moment's pause, he asked me a simple question.
"Alone with a man or a bear?" they dared.
At first, my heart raced, but quickly a reply was declared,
"The man," I said, though inside I despaired.

Choosing words cautiously, trying not to stare.
I knew that I shouldn’t unveil a truth to rare.
Would it be to bare?
A truth too raw would be so much to share.

Deep within, a truth I wish not share,
Between my lips I knew I would be safer in the hands of a bear.
A bear in the woods is in his natural state,
A man probably followed me there.

The bear's claws may leave marks,
But the man's touch, a wound beyond repair.

If the bear's claws released me, at least I would be believed.
Because the bear acts on instinct, not malice,
Unlike the man, whose actions only could on pure pleasure rely on.

If I chose the bear to fight with,
There wouldn’t be a haunting stare in family's care,
No whispered doubts, no silent words in the air.
I knew the bear's domain, a brutal killing attempt,
Yet in the man’s mouth “a wild affair.”
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