v“The Cycle of Life”
By Dee Ann Hill
The baby polar bear woke up unaware
That his mother and twin was not there.
He searched all day in the cold, frigid air,
But to his dismay, they were nowhere.
As night was drawing near,
They still didn’t appear.
It became clear that he must persevere
And he looked for shelter to quiet the fear.
He dug a hole in a bank of snow
And burrowed beneath to keep warm from the cold.
Confused and alone, he whimpered and groaned.
As the ebb and flow of his life beat on.
He was lonely and hungry as he heard the North wind blow.
Just a little cub in the den below.
Sleeping through the winter storm,
Hoping his mother and twin would show.
At the break of dawn, again he arose.
To find the den snow jammed closed.
He felt so scared and morose
Because his heart beat felt so verbose.
He walked all day, slipping and sliding on the new fallen snow.
With a heart heavy with sorrow to feel his mother close.
The new fallen snow wrapped the landscape so cold.
He shivered and shook as his fate unfolds.
The sunlight on the white snow left no hint
And make his little black eyes squint
Still he searched for his mother’s paw scent
But the deep new snow left no imprint.
Still he was ravenous and alone
And so tired right down to the bone.
Where had his mother and twin gone?
He knew in his heart and felt forlorn.
On the horizon, he spied a great ship.
Docking near an ice floe on a wide narrow strip.
He began to grunt as the men neared,
The smile on their faces turned to a sneer.
Bundled down with hunting gear.
The plight of the Harper seal became so clear.
They went to work and showed no fear
Of the mothers among their one so dear.
The strange creatures were busy all day.
Collecting the furry white coats to take faraway.
They remained there until the sky grew gray.
Then they carried the hides back to the bay.
And headed to a home faraway.
The new fallen snow now tinged with pink,
Looked like a large pink roller rink.
Hundreds of Harper seals left to think
About the one baby seal that would be their link.
The lost baby cub fed on a meal
Of the remains of the baby Harper seals.
The mother Harper seal began to squeal,
Because the bitter day was an overwhelming ordeal.
The “Cycle of Life" in the Arctic unfolds,
Through the eyes of a polar bear left out in the cold.
An orphaned bear in a life and death stranglehold
Felt alone and deserted on the frozen ice floe.
Now you can finish this verse
The ending of this story should be unrehearsed.
And you will not be reimbursed.
Just finish the story …I started first.