Dylan Bragg<p>Riddle-Poem 3/28/2025</p><p>I am the Watcher of the Bear<br>Who once was called by name “Most Fair”<br>And whom I nearly shot to death.<br>Though present for my first breath<br>She left me fifteen years neglected.<br>In darkness, I can be detected<br>By following along the track<br>Created by her arching back.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/riddlepoems" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>riddlepoems</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poem</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/poetrycommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poetrycommunity</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poetry</span></a></p>