In a Land Far Away
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On an easy breezy day in a land far away, it came to pass
that a polar bear mother gave birth to a roly-poly ball of fur,
in a den dug deep into a bank of snow and earth.
No doubt, the cub wanted to go out to play in the sunlight,
but the freezing Arctic winds made it spend its days
curled up with mom, warming up next to her fur.
But before long, it was strong enough to tag along
with mom and explore the great outdoors.
And when the time came,
it was eager to scout out its frozen domain.
The glaring sunlight off the white snow hurt its eyes,
so, it had to take it nice and slow, hiding in a nook,
watching mom kill a seal and drag it back to the den.
One day snowflakes started falling from the sky,
it didn't know why, nor did it care.
However, the cold water was beckoning it to jump in,
for it instinctively knew how to swim.
It wasn't long before it paddled out to the ice flows,
its heart, beating at a steady pace.
And there it learned to hunt seals
with muscles of steel, sleek and trim.
In this land far away, polar bears are no more,
they're either in zoos to be bred,
or dead onshore.
The ice flows melted, and with no place to hunt
they disappeared without warning one morning.
(Free Verse)
8/16/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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