It's cold out here, on the hill,
under the trees.
The animals, scared by
dry leaves
do not

There was a fire before the snow,
then the bear came.
he's kind, but he won't
let me go.
Only I

There's fur in the snow
he's doing things only I know
still he can't let me go
he won't tell me the things I know
I'm not really sure what to make of this piece, but I figure that's no reason that I couldn't give you at least one response

Like I said, I'm not sure whether to take this as having an underlying meaning or to take it at face value as its own little story, but this is well written, and the perspective that it's written from seems quite genuine, which makes for a nice read.
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