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.