And that polar bear was my friend

Never understanding the migration patterns,

Of which there are none; stand still and live.

Polar bears are meant to adapt to the cold,

The biting air and piercing words of others.

When life pukes on your ice, eat it,

That is what polar bears do... right?

I can be that warm coat to protect you, day,

And night, claws that rip and tear.

I would love to be there for you,

And that polar bear was my friend.