Poetry

The Artic Bear,
The lover of Tundra and frozen air,
Awaits a Sleepless Hibernation;
One that is done in Solitaire.
 
This Frigid Beast,
Conqueror of harmonious peace.
For none shall dare
Enter such wintery grief.
 
This Warm-blooded Soul,
Modestly plays the role;
For what some many fear
Is to lose control
 
Night comes, as well as winter
With no regard for one’s replies
The Artic Bear accepts and remembers
The Coldest nights and the darkest skies