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.