Your magnificent beauty how it moves us with every step you take.
We sense your spirit as you pace back and forth
.................. pacing back and forth................
How unfair it all seems.
How terrible and seems demonstrated more with you than any other animal.
You thirst.
Your thirst for your land. The coldness. The Artic Cold.
You thirst.
For blood. For the thrill of the chase in predator versus prey.
Instead there you pace. Trapped. Locked up. Locked away.
Waiting for them to throw you pieces of fish... or whatever it is thats on the menu of the day.
I am sorry. We feel sorry.
My heart drops. My eyes well up.
I walk away with a few good shots on my camera.
All for what?
You are given barely any room to pace... barely any room to swim.
If they could only let you free... let you be. We're sorry.
Suddenly the zoo seems a little less fun and carefree.
You're a Polar Bear Mockery.
I'm in the process of putting together a "Whitman Sampler." Its' basically the best pieces of creative writing from the past three years of the program. I'd like to put a few pieces of yours in this volume, if that's ok with you. If it is, I just need to know whether you'd like me to use your actually name in the book or your user name for the blog.
ReplyDeleteI'm extremely proud of the work that you've produced. I hope you keep it up!
Warmest regards,
Mike
P.S., I hope that you are doing well, Carolyn!