Relocation

The cold rock this bear sat on was causing my legs to get stiff, it would have been no problem if these gulls weren't so pestering.
I decided to resume my writing, as now, when I have finished unpacking since my travel away from the gulls and cold rock.

Amongst my journey through the rain I found a lonely tower in a field and have made my temporary abode at the top. The roof is sturdy enough to withstand the noisy voices of the wind, but with no windows it rains in a bit. At least there was a bunk for me to huddle up on. I can see only darkness outside...
Bunny... where ever you are, what ever you are doing, I hope you are warm and safe from rain.

I have passed a man village on the way to the tower. Upon viewing man-folk one sees how they try so much to be like one another. It is funny sometimes, but they scare me. Their fear creates weapons and their weapons kill. They can even kill parts of a being with special weapons they are born with. These weapons cannot be seen with the eye, but it is felt within. Their need for want. Their destructive attitude inspired by fear. Their violence in words.
I have already sat there long enough to be poisoned by their air, but I did not leave empty handed. I stole their music which roamed in the air.
Maybe some day I will pass another human village that might be like the rest... or not.
There is but few man that really shines. They are wise, but as they age the poison of men seeps in unknowingly. Less than few remain in total immune. Those I truly praise.

This Bear is tired from walking, but not tired of the journey I plan to set on back home, should there still be a home for a bear. I will listen to pilfered music and write my memories down again.

I noticed the wind calmed down a bit but the sound of rain is welcoming.
A flash? The sound of thunder....
Bunny....