use those bony fingers while they still fly.
the bear looks on; he's waiting.
but look at his hands, and the slightest of smiles.
he won't require much.
no one writes,
until they do.
I never noticed 'til now, that Bear's paws hang
just like yours over the keyboard.
if you wait for the right words,
they gonna hang there forever.
start your clicking. before rigor mortis sets in.
and if you still feel frozen,
glance over at Hedgehog,
sticker on forehead and full of pencils.
That face so open and simple-
you can get away with writing almost anything and
she will be pleased.
it's not really about the words after all,
it's about your cheerleaders.