Polar Bear
Polar Bear
White on white, barely seen,
the bear’s senses are aroused and keen.
Its legs move cautiously
as its paws touch snow the softly;
the chionophile mills, then stills.
And then it begins breathing intermittently,
while its heart beats slowly
with its black nose sniffing
and brown eyes squinting;
its ears prick forward, listening.
Something tells the bear,
something is out there!
A scent in the breeze
or a sound echoing,
that piques its curiosity.
Early spring, and darkness evaporates,
melting the bay ice
and making hunting excellent.
A solitary predator except in season,
the boar proceeds in that direction.
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