Happy Blue Bears

Transported through its satiny glass,
Lustrous leaves fermented by brass
Churning birch makes its way to the sky,
Broken branches never quite shy

Interest piqued ears curl towards my stare,
Melancholy eyes, blinking but fair
Two pairs of claws grasp at the white bark,
A cuddle of blue, vibrant but dark

Loose knots of grass sitting high in their chairs,
Curling their blades around the feet and blue hairs,
They look down upon me.

Happy Blue Bears.