Deep in the woods, where the moonlight would gleam,

Lived a bear with a dancer’s dream.

Not with the wolves, not with the deer,

But with butterflies floating near.

Drifting… gliding… weightless in time,

Lost in the echoes, lost in the rhyme.

A grand pirouette, a light cabriole,

Spinning so free, like a dream in control.

Twisting and turning, so light on his feet,

Moving with rhythm, so flawless, so neat.

The trees stood in awe, the wind held its breath,

Watching his waltz with a touch of finesse.

"A bear in ballet? How odd, how bizarre!"

But he only bowed—like a true superstar.