The Ice Pack

The Ice Pack

I’m sitting on an ice floe that’s drifting here and there

It gives me time to think, which is important for a bear.

I’m waiting for some lunch, I do hope some swims along

So while I lounge here hoping, I sing a little song.

“Oh, one grey seee-aal hanging on the ice,

One grey seee-aal, hanging on the ice.

And if one grey see-all should accidently fall into my mouth

That would be very nice.”

So I’m sitting on my ice pack, and I’m told that I should heed the warning,

I’m a endangered species and then there’s the global warming.

They say I need to become territorial, that would give me a better chance

But I can’t be bothered to be responsible for the upkeep of the manse.

I’ve seen all of the photographers, the researchers and the throng

Who like to record their memories while I just sing my song.

“Oh, one grey seee-aal hanging on the ice,

One grey seee-aal hanging ……..”

Oh no wait – do my eyes deceive me?

Or is that shape diving too near my frozen ice pack

A funny little grey thing – oh, yes a little light snack!!

Linda Prince

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