Answer:
Fall's leaves have been spent, and comes winter at last
All greens now heaven-sent, summer's long gone and past
Bears ready their coats, glossed by a fine sheen
Ensnared now by their moats, mossed-over, not to be seen
'Til springtime again, and like Christ from his tomb
They rise from their graves, by the light of new moons
A season of sleep, unbothered, alone
No reason to weep: they offer atonement
For the crimes of their summer, the evils of youth
Times of rainbow runner, fresh kills held in tooth
All hail the bear, nature's mightiest beast
Let it prevail, I declare, from south to northeast.
Explanation:
I wrote a silly little poem about bears. It's twelve lines long and its meter is more or less set; it has an AABB rhyme scheme. The figure of speech I used was a simile in line four ("like Christ from his tomb") and the sound effect is internal rhymes throughout. Feel free to use it (although this does constitute as plagiarism, just as a forewarning).
