Polar Bear

Polar Bear White on white, barely seen, Its senses aroused and keen. The legs move cautiously, And paws touch snow softly; The chionophile mills, then stills. And breathes intermittently, While its heart beats slowly, With black nose sniffing, And brown eyes squinting; 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, The bay ice makes hunting excellent. A solitary predator by reason Except in season, The boar proceeds in that direction.