I see you, Pale Bear,
posing atop a glacier
that is sinking,
your white fur glistening in the pale sunlight of the Arctic
eyes seeing, looking, searching,
for a way to escape.
I see you, Pale Bear,
Perched precariously on an iceberg that is shrinking,
icy waves lapping at your feet.
I see you, Pale Bear,
and I want to wave to you, but I don't know if you will have the time to reply.
I see you, Pale Bear,
and I want to say goodbye –
for I'm not sure how much longer you'll last before descending into the deep.
I see you, Pale Bear,
and want to say my last words to you – though I'm not quite sure what to say.
I see you, Pale Bear,
and whisper words unheard beneath the gusting wind –
Pale Bear, oh, Pale Bear ... I'm sorry for all we have done. And, Pale Bear, I'll try – oh I'll try, to rescue you from the ocean that is ever rising
higher
higher
higher
But, Pale Bear, I fear I am too late.
So, Pale Bear, all that is left to say, is for you to dig your claws in deeper, hold on a little longer – and we'll try to do the rest. For we are the problem, Pale Bear, and you have simply been caught up in our reign of terror.
I see you, Pale Bear ...
I see you.
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