The Bear

I was walking down College street when he caught my eye sitting in the corner of the parking lot, abandoned. I told my partner to hold her thought for a moment while I snap a quick photo. She was sweet about it and displayed her usual seemingly infinite ability for patience.

The graffiti above him to the left looked like a speech bubble. I studied it but I gave up trying to make sense of it. I don't speak Bearish. Maybe you do.