Bear Den

Could be this whole world
Serves as a bolthole
For an alien

Sophistication
Being hunted down
Through the galaxies,

A den made cozy
By feathering it
With evolution

In concentric rings,
Stabilizing its
Thermodynamics.

Life was never meant
For the lives on Earth
Who do the living

And dying, who do
What living bids them.
Recall Goldilocks

While bearing in mind,
What fit or didn’t
Wasn’t fixed for her.