Wednesday,May 27 2009, 05:34:07 AMThe Snow Bear

The Snow Bear

In the silent forest is a clearing

where soft snowflakesfall.

                     But listen!

there's padding

and pouncing.

and a snowdrift

shivers.

      A little white bear

burts into the clearing.

 He looks left an right.

             hight and low for

                        his mother.

   "Mother! Where are you?" calls the

little white bear. He waits and waits,

            but she does not come.

       "I will make a snow mother."

            he whispers. "to keep me

             company while I wait."

        The little white bear sweeps

                         snow into a mother shape.

                     But listen!

Thers's snuffing and swishing

and a deep crunch of snow.

Musk Ox shakes his shaggy coat.

"let me help," he say's

and he heaves a

heavy mound of snow

with his storong shoulder.

There's stirring

and whirring and a

soft snowy landing.

Snow Goose smoths her fine feathers.

"let me help,"

she say's

And she pats down the snow

with her wide, webbed feet.

There's

splintering and splashing

coming from the icy lake.

Moose nuzzles the little white cub

with his velvet muzzle.

"Let me help," he say's

And he shovels more snow with his sweeping antlers.

There's

skidding and sliding

and the sound of

claws on ice.

Fox twitches

her frisky whiskers.

"Let me help,"

she say's

And she shapes the feet

with her quick, curved claws.

There's

panting and pawing

and a lot of tail-wagging.

Wolf sniffs the air with his long, sharp nose.

"Let me help," he say's

And he brushes in the fur marks

with his big, bushy tail.

There's hopping and

stopping and

 two long ears flopping.

Hare stares with

dark, liquid eyes.

"Let me help," she say's.

And she draws the

face with her neat,

narrow paws.

Bear, Hare and Wolf.

Snow Goose and Moose,

Musk Ox and Fox

finish the snow bear just as the sun

sets and the world is washed gold.

But listen!

From the forest, their mothers

call them home-all except

for the little white bear's.

"Good-bye," he says sadly, as they

disappear into the dusk.

:Thank you for your help."

Darkness settles over the clearing.

The little white cub snuggles up against the

snow bear, wishing it were already morning.

As he sleeps, warm winds

blow fom the south and

soften the snow,

Slowly, slowly, the snow bear

melts into the green of the forest

But listen!

As dawn breaks, who comes

sniffing and searching

through the trees?

In the clearing, a new day begins.

A familiar scent awakens

the little white bear.

He blinks sleepily.

"It's you!" he murmurs.

moving closer to

his mother's side

"I knew you would find me."

 

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