I am Polar Bear. White ghost of the frozen North.
I am Polar Bear. But for my broad padded feet and my thick white coat and layers of protective fat, even I might find my home a bit inhospitable.
But I am Polar Bear. I have adapted to the cold. It is my playground now. My Mother feeds me and loans me her fur coat.
I am Polar Bear. As I wait for the freeze, I like to watch man. He is such a funny, awkward creature. I do silly things and watch him gawk. I turn toward him and watch him run. If I wanted, I could have him in two bounds.
I am Polar Bear. The freeze comes later. It stops further north. My home is changing. I doubt it will improve.
I am Polar Bear. My home is not for everyone. But it is Paradise to me. I will mourn the change.
Polar Bear is the
Ghost of the North. Can we keep
His home paradise?
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