Forest Supermarket
One sunny summer afternoon
driving down a forest road,
we spied a wall of scarlet gems.
The raspberry motherlode!
Soon our hands were deep
in the juicy berry zone.
When suddenly we realized,
we were not alone.
We heard a sound behind us.
A growl! A grunt! A roar!
Somehow, we had stumbled
into the wild grocery store!
Momma bear was angry.
I can’t say she was wrong.
She had come for berries
and brought the kids along.
We left her to her shopping.
They’re her woods after all.
Decided best we get our berries,
from the farmer’s roadside stall.
driving down a forest road,
we spied a wall of scarlet gems.
The raspberry motherlode!
Soon our hands were deep
in the juicy berry zone.
When suddenly we realized,
we were not alone.
We heard a sound behind us.
A growl! A grunt! A roar!
Somehow, we had stumbled
into the wild grocery store!
Momma bear was angry.
I can’t say she was wrong.
She had come for berries
and brought the kids along.
We left her to her shopping.
They’re her woods after all.
Decided best we get our berries,
from the farmer’s roadside stall.
This poem is copyright (©) Moe Phillips 2025
About the Writer
Moe Phillips
Moe is a poet, writer and filmmaker. Recipient of a Gold Clio in 2019, for her work with Disney, she has been published in over twenty anthologies for children and adults. She is a regular contributor to Bella Grace Magazine. Moe has created short films for award winning poets - Naomi Shihab Nye, Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. Her latest creation is “The Feisty Beast” an audio content series she pens and produces.
