Discriminating: Honouring Allies

The goldilocks are gone
But now I have three bears,
The first an accidental gift,
The other two are foundlings,

Discovered on a snowy day,
Abandoned with a pile of clothes
That had been similarly discarded,
Enough to stir the heart.

The clothes went to Goodwill
But the two new bears
Are with me still,
Perched atop the buggy by the front door.

I greet them when I come in
And say farewells when I go out,
Goodnight them upon my late return
And good morning when I arise.

This little ritual
Reminds me of
The little bear and big bear
That I imagined last year.

These allies left their mark
And now I have their counterparts
Sitting close by,
Inhabiting my place,

One dark brown and furry,
His little brother
Light brown and plush,
Both so very huggable;

It enriches the scene,
Making everything appear
Warmer somehow
And so much more inviting.