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The woods are his playground,/
his larder, his own place:/
this private bear.//

Berries staunch his hunger:/
a feast of fungi, a platter of herbs./
Streams quench his thirst:/
finer than wine for/
this wild bear.//

Mountains for wandering./
Cavern his sleep place./
tall firs to scratch his back./
birds to comb his pelt./
Bees make honey, salmon swarm/
for this fine bear.


 





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    Dw i'n byw yn Aberystwyth gyda ngwr i,ein cath ac ein ci ni. (I live in Aberystwyth with my husband, our cat and our dog). Dyn ni wedi bod yn dysgu Cymraeg ers 2007. (We've been learning Welsh since 2007)

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