I’m not greedy, but the night bear is.
Both of us come in the dark to your window. 
You’re dreaming, sleeping 
mouth open;  
the ripe yellow guavas in the window tree 
must be in season. I love 
ripe yellow guavas.
I don’t know about that bear though. 
Best be careful. Really, Honey, 
not to be greedy, but 
we better eat the guavas 
while we have the chance.