A bear is my muse...

 Tehila it a wanji mato etaha mako skanl

"Treat each bear as the last bear"

 Pata wanji mato oiha ke wanil

I sometimes fear that my muse is actually a mockingbird, hidden up in its tree, making fun of me by pretending to be that one bear I cherish...maybe my muse is made out of plastic and my words are vain...

No matter how deep my doubts are sometimes, no matter how these feelings bring out much sorrow in me....I'll keep treating that one bear as the last bear because I know I owe him much more that he'll ever be aware of...